The Journey Begins Anew

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton Welcome! Well, hello there. I almost didn’t see you, peeking around the edge of that overgrown spot where the right-of-way cuts into my property. Come on up — but take it a little easy. There’s a bit of a rut where my…

Reblog: The Quest for Home, Part 4: The Boot

Have you opened your email yet? came the text. I’d heard the notification, but I was still snuggled up with Bodhi, my big red Golden Retriever, and hadn’t wanted to dive into the day just yet. Nope, I texted back. Well, hang onto  your hat, came the reply. I just sent you some information from the seller’s…

Reblog: The Quest for Home, Part 3: Follow the Signs

“Found it!” Pat called out to me, waving a piece of paper over his head without taking his eyes from his computer screen. Bodhi, my big, red Golden Retriever, reached him first, all wags and smiles, and Pat reached over to scratch his ears and give him a good thump before handing the paper to…

Reblog: The Quest for Home, Part 2: Usable Mountain Land

“This isn’t going to work. We’re outta here.” We’d just crossed the sixth one-lane bridge between the property we were driving into the mountains to look at and anything remotely resembling a town.  Six opportunities to be stuck on one side of a washed-out bridge or the other — going in or, more worrisome to…

Reblog: The Quest for Home, Part 1 – Covenants and Restrictions

“Can I help you?” While the lovely North Carolina drawl riveted my attention, it wasn’t what first attracted it. That dubious honor went to the tall, slender form of its speaker — a silver-haired man clad in jeans and a button-down shirt, emerging with leisurely grace from a silver Mercedes — even before he spoke….

Reblog: A Serendipitous Beer — and the Perfect Realtor

“Do you mind if I sit there?” The speaker, in his late 30s or early 40s, indicated a seat that would require climbing over my dog (lying quietly in the cramped corner I’d specifically selected to keep him out from under other patrons’ feet), then squeezing his hiking-pants-clad fanny through the ridiculously narrow aisle into…

Newbie Notes: Lifestyle Redesign

I joke that every few years I set fire to my life and start over. It’s not far from the truth, but this newest, nascent pursuit of mine — living off-grid, closer to the land, as a minimalist who grows or forages her own food — is by far the biggest lifestyle change I’ve ever…

Reblog: The Long Road to Minimalism – Part 2

I took a deep breath and stepped inside what hours ago been the home of a dear friend. The lingering intensity of the smoke smell created the impression that the house was still smoldering. The worn wood floors already warped with the water damage, and the blackened walls, combined with the boards we’d just finished putting…

Reblog: The Long Road to Minimalism – Part 1

I’ve cleaned off one shelf, can I clean off another? I’ve emptied a drawer, can I empty a cabinet? I’ve freed up a chest, can I free up a closet? Can I live without this spoon? Yes. This bowl? No. This shirt, these shoes, this necklace, this book case, these videos, this mug, this plant, these sheets, this…

Reblog: Yurts and Other Worries

The reaction is often the same. A pause, a raised eyebrow, a cocked head, and then: What’s a yurt? When I tell people I’m putting my 2200-square-foot home in the city up for sale and moving to the mountains, they generally assume I’ve joined the tiny home movement or the nomadic life of the camper…

Reblog: The Itch that Launched a New Life

I don’t know exactly where it started: The itch that became a wondering. The wondering that became a flickering idea. The flickering idea that sputtered and sparked until it caught, blazing through my life like a wildfire of change. I’d been scratching at that nagging itch for years, trying to satisfy it with flower beds…