When we moved from Texas to North Carolina we weren't quite sure what our future would look like. We planned to buy a few acres, build a yurt, tend a garden, and live happily ever after.  Instead, soon after arriving, we found a beautiful little homestead that we knew would suit us perfectly.  It's bizarre how life works out. It was last fall that we camped at a nearby campground to our homestead.  Originally, we had planned to camp further west in another town about an hour away. However, when we arrived at the first campground, we weren't thrilled by the grounds  (too close to town and lacking big woods).  So we cancelled our reservations, kept driving to another campsite that we had heard about from a friend as being pretty decent.  We called to confirm that they weren't booked up and, sure enough, they weren't.  We drove and drove up a winding and twisting road that circles around the mountain. We soon lost cell service and arrived at sunset.  The campsite turned out to be great.  Deeply wooded, plenty of trails and waterfalls.  I took the best nap during one of our afternoons there.  It was quiet and secluded (we were camping during the week and not over the weekend).  We really loved this particular area.

So, when we were looking for temporary living arrangements for the summer, we stumbled upon an RV pad which could be rented from an individual long term.  The RV pad was just a few miles down the road from where we camped last fall. During this time, we had also put in a contract on a small tract of land in another area west of where we were living in the RV.  The plan was still to build a yurt.  Then a couple of weeks after we'd been living in the RV, I saw a home listing on Facebook. I had seen this home before (months ago) but it was out of our price range.  However, the new price had been slashed as they divided the land to open it up to more buyers.  Out of curiosity, Bea and I drove out to the address and took a peak around the grounds near the driveway entrance. Immediately, my interest was peaked.  It was lovely from what I could see. Still, I didn't immediately mention it to Byron and it was a whole week before we actually made the move to see the property with an agent. 

It was love at first sight. Truly.  A storybook. Apple trees and blueberry bushes and blackberry brambles and wildflowers and a pond and fenced in garden and lovely outbuildings and a tree swing. A forest and spring water. The details were everything. And then we walked into the house. Hand built. Round. Solar powered. Just lovely in every way. It felt like a dream. This couldn't really be within our reach? But it was.  As if the universe paved the way for us to find this place at this time.  

And here we are now.  So far away from the hustle bustle of city life, of suburban life, of small town life. It's quiet here. There is space to contemplate. There is place to savor the beauty. There is time to slow down.  There is time to do and to be. And I am counting every last lucky star.  Offering gratitude to the breezes that blow down our mountain. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.      

 

Comments

[amanda]

oh how happy I am that you've landed in just the very spot where you are! it is lovely, and clearly it is indeed meant to be tended by the likes of you and yours. xo

(and look! you're back here writing! hooray!)

[Megan]

So happy for you and so happy you are writing again!!

[Brandy]

I lose track of you for a little while and find you in a very familiar landscape! I am just north of you in Southwestern Virginia. Your new place is so beautiful! I wish you many happy years there.

[Nichole]

Hi Brandy. Thanks for visiting and for the kind words. It's a beautiful part of the country and we are loving every minute of it.

[Nichole]

Thank you Megan. I'm enjoying popping in from time to time. Hope you are well!