Instead of sticking around in Rhode Island for another year we abandoned our yurt plan and moved into a tiny town in western Maine.
Now that things have mostly settled and we’ve emptied two out of three storage units, we couldn’t be happier with our decision. Our new town is quite small and we’re sort of becoming regulars at a delicious diner and general store, which is quaint for the suburbanites we once were. I think we’re over most of the culture shocks we had when we first moved in (how far an hour gets you in a state almost 30 times the size of Rhode Island, just how many varieties of maple syrup you can buy at Hannafords, that you can buy hard liquor and beer at any Hannafords and that there’s nearly a 1-to-1 ratio of antique stores and weed shops.) and with our new licenses and temp plates for the car, we’re Mainers~
Potato and Chip have really been enjoying their new homestead. Only having a 1/8th of an acre back in Rhode Island, 19 acres in a town even other Maine residents haven’t heard of feels infinite. Several berry bushes and apple trees have been bought in preparation for our first spring on the homestead so excitement levels are high. We have also been talking about future outbuildings we’d like to build. Between compost piles, saunas, tiny houses, bee houses, terraced garden beds, arbors, 2 decks— you get the idea, 19 acres doesn’t seem big enough. I don’t want to wish the winter away but there’s so much we can’t wait to get started on.
Until the Great Cold is over, there are plenty of things I will be working on in the meantime.
