2 Acres, an Appaloosa, and a GMC

It's becoming a reality! The conversation about moving out of town began over a year ago. We started working on the land deal in October. We waited on pins and needles through the county planning and zoning commission meeting, listening to the examiner hem and haw about "development" being "premature for the area" etc., etc., and finally received his reluctant blessing to turn our 2 acrea of dry ground and weeds into our dream. Is it pathetic for a girl to shed tears of relief and happiness over a planning and zoning meeting? I did. I cried. Then we went out for pie.

Now we jump through the hoops held up by builder, lender, fire district, utility company, and other permit grantors. We pick flooring, colors, fixtures, fight about how our little house will face on the lot, and worry about how many extra thousands of dollars will be required to run in the power. We put our little house in the subdivision up for sale, and hope that it sells before we start paying our new mortgage payment. We dream about trips to the mountains to cut fence rails, we talk about where we should plant trees, how we will use our land, if we will have a goat (I say yes, he says no). It is exciting, and scary, and seems too grown up to be something that we should be allowed to do. We don't know how to build a house!

Cutesy, maybe, but our new address will be Oasis Road. Here is the before:

View of our property from the north

Our Russian Olive trees from the east

Another view, past Roman, from the adjoining pasture

Goodbye to our little First House

Hopefully I will be posting the "after" pictures in a few months. Now if the interest rates could just hold steady...or even drop!