Some people buy a house. But what’s the fun in that when you can carve out your own little slice of heaven?!?! So we decided to buy some red dirt full of ticks and pine trees. At 50-plus. With two cats who think they run the place. What could possibly go wrong? Grab your broomsticks, because this is where the spell -er, story – really begins.
The Dream.. It started innocently enough: One cup of coffee (or three or four, who’s counting?) one casual conversation with Sam and one wildly optimistic statement like, “Remember when we talked about building our own dream home? Let’s do it!
That is how every great adventure begins, right? With caffeine, overconfidence, and complete denial about how much work and money it’s actually going to be.
We didn’t want a house. We wanted our house. The one with just enough room for the 4 of us and of course a shop where Sam can hide from Freya, Raven and I when we all get too bossy.
The Great Land Hunt – this was going to be the hard part, right? I mean where do you start. Turns out this was the easy part. One quick search and there you have it 8 acres in a remote location. As soon as we stepped out of the truck, we knew. What we didn’t know was that the neighbor’s rooster had no internal clock.
Foundation for the foundation – And just like that, it was official. We owned land. Was it perfect? Nope. Was it ours? Yup! And with that, we stepped into the world of dirt, dreams and “what in the world did we just do?”
What comes next? Site plans, blueprints, and learning words like “setback” and “easement” that make me want to set something on fire. But hey, at least we’re off to a magical start…. slightly behind schedule and one rain delay away from living in a tent, with plenty of caffeine, and more than enough cat supervision.
Witch, Please - We're Building 
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