I don't know how to explain it but since I've been living here (It's been a year since last October 15th btw) I have that feeling of accomplishment that I've never felt before.
Days fly, literally!
We are always doing stuff that are feeling real. That have concrete impact. Building a pen for the hens. Taking out the leaves of the garden, putting them in compost, a compost that will then serve during the years after ... Our activities are intimately connected to the results, to our life. I have less and less the feeling that I am selling my time for a virtual pay landing in my bank account each two weeks that would suddenly disappeared in some endless hole.
I am trying to convince my husband that this life is the life we have to do for the rest of our lives. He is still afraid. I am sure this place has enough potential to become a bursting farm that would make us live and make us a living ...