I know people move every day but I don’t suppose it is everyday that people move out of the city and back to the country. Well, maybe there are plenty of people who do that as well but for me it’s not even ‘back to the country’, rather to the country for the first time, ever.
It’s the culmination of many years of dreaming and scheming. Some 30 years ago I heard myself say that I wanted to buy and live on 200 acres of forest. I can’t remember where I got the idea from, or why it had to be 200 acres.
Several years ago, I did finally buy a forest, 250 acres in fact. Buying a forest which is situated 300km ( 180miles) from you is still not the same as living there. I could visit it, wonder at my trees, the expanse of 250 acres ( we still haven’t been to every corner) and then I just dreamed about the day I could live on it. Then a few years ago, we bought a house in the town closest to the forest, about 12km ( 8 miles) away. In fact it’s the closest town for 150km ( 90 miles). The plan was to sell the house in the city, pay off all the mortgages and then live in this house and then plan the new house and business we want to create in and from the forest.
Putting the house on the market, quitting our jobs, nothing seems to make the plan more real than moving day. The day you no longer own the previous house, you have no job to go to the next day ( though in fact I did manage to make a last minute arrangement to work remotely for a period of time) and the day when you have to pack up the shop and the lumber and get the heck out.
And then suddenly you are in the country and the city you left is now 4 hours drive away over the mountain pass and cows and sheep are your neighbors. Grocery shopping is 1 1/2 hours away and you have to take all of your trash to the dump yourself. The only form of heating is the log stove (it’s winter here) and your daily ritual changes from a commute through traffic to lighting fires in the morning and baking bread.
Even worse, you have to set up your shop again.
This is the old shop, the cleanest it’s ever been!
And the new shop still waiting to be arranged.
And where did I get all that wood from? So much I had to buy this 1981 Toyota Dyna(saur) to haul it all away.
But the scenery is beautiful and the dream is so much closer now.
This is a partial shot of our forest against the backdrop of the ‘Old man on the mountain’. That’s the forest shrouded in the mist.
And of course, before we left Christchurch, we had to leave a tree legacy and we planted a pinus radiata in the forest park next to our house.
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