First snow and return home
It's awfully nice to visit friends and family, but when you live in the
middle of nowhere without a tv or neighbors, being in the outside world
is a lot like going to Disneyland --- overwhelming. Once we cross
our moat and come home, it takes two warm cats, a heavy snow, and a pot
of soup boiling on the stove to return to farm mentality.
Want to
build your own moat? Check out our ebook to create your own work from home opportunity.
Or explore more posts by date or by subject.
About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
Want to be notified when new comments are posted on this page? Click on the RSS button after you add a comment to subscribe to the comment feed, or simply check the box beside "email replies to me" while writing your comment.
I think I have the opposite problem. I have gone to visit my friends in Arkansas about a dozen times in the last couple of years, and when I return home it is like the scene in Kubrick's 2001 when Dave is in the EVA pod traveling through the star gate. My return to reality and my current life is usually a bit shocking. I came home this last time after being away for a week to immediate meetings, >1,800 emails that had been delivered in my absence, and way too much to do at home.
I've got to get to my own nook in the woods eventually.