I am constantly challenged by scope and scale. Not really much of a “toe in the water” kind of guy I guess. We are thinking of relocating to a small town and looking for the simple farmhouse of our forefathers. We have a goal of living mortgage free and owing nobody nuthin’. But as Craig’s list and farms.com and realtor.com quietly push dreams across my computer screen several times a day, my sweet little farmhouse with room for chickens and a barn (because barns are cool) and pies cooling in the window grows ever larger with each email, electronically morphing into countless rolling hills of my own acreage, and the kitchen now looks out across the horse-filled stable with my hired man “Red” bringing in fresh picked sweet corn as he heads across to milk the cows for tomorrows coffee (free beans sent daily fresh from Hawaii just because my reputation precedes itself). Of course there is now also a bunk house for Red and his men to sleep (but not a cider house – I don’t want that kind of people around). I have had to build another outbuilding to house the front-end loader (purchased to clear the area for my private airstrip. Iowa’s only flat until your roll across its bumpy hills on two tiny wheels at 120 m.p.h.). I purchased the Cessna to get over my dislike of small planes and only weenies rent ‘em. I’ve also had to buy the place next to us and raze the houses it was blocking a bit of the afternoon sun and keeping the orchids in the greenhouse from blooming year round. I can have all of this for a fraction of what it would cost here in Colorado. My mortgage going up a few hundred thousand. The peace and quiet of the good life in my far away farmhouse. Pure and simple…If I could only see it through the reflected glare of the Olympic size pool. Of course I’m looking forward to swimming in it…Just as soon as I get back from my second job and before I start my night job. When did I get so tired?
~Jeff
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