The Great Home Search

Apparently we need a place to live.

I recognize that this should not come as a shock to me; we're moving to a new state, for Pete's sake...obviously we need a new home. I understood this to a point, but I am now faced with actually finding one.

McNASA and I have generated a list of look-for's (my push. I am a great believer in lists. McNASA, on the other hand, prefers to keep mental notes that are secret to all but him). Older house, lots of light, a fair amount of land, garage, out building(s), and at least three bedrooms. That pretty much covers it.

While scouring the internet, I came across a lovely, ramshackle home that has undergone some major renovations. It sits on 2/3 of a acre, which is like a kingdom to the suburban McNASA and me. It needs some cosmetic work, and some larger things, like floors and walls. However, it's lovely, it's removed from suburbia, and it has a phenomenal price tag. I thought we were set. I was pestering McNASA about the types of floors we'd put it, I pictured myself baking bread in the kitchen and reading in the Great Room.

And then I saw the farmette.

A "farmette" is apparently a small, mostly residential parcel of land that can grow food and house animals. This farmette has 16 acres, a barn, a chicken coop, and fruit trees. It also has a 100-something year old "block house". The house is filled with paneling, baskets, and shag carpeting. I haven't even seen it yet and I am in love. I fell asleep last night imagining what it would be like to wake up and feed the chickens and check on the goats (I want goats. I have since my family "baby sat" a farmette when I was nine years old), then wander through my farmhouse while frying bacon.

We are scheduled to see both houses tomorrow. If it's not too tacky (or illegal) to do this, I will post pictures of my findings.

Wish us luck. I want to buy the farm(ette).