We found out a few weeks ago that we will not be buying the farm. It’s a long, semi-dramatic story, but the bottom line is that at some point in the future, we will be moving.
Part of me is very excited about the change. It will be nice to have a blank slate of sorts and I have always appreciated change. The only issue is that we have three people involved in the deal and finding a property that we will all be happy with is a struggle.
But now I’m in a weird purgatory. We could find land in six weeks, six months, or 18 months. It’s impossible to know, honestly. I didn’t have a fabulous garlic crop this season, so I probably should look into buying garlic. But what if I plant it and then we leave before I can harvest? It will probably be a risk I end up taking, but right now I am hesitant to sink any money into something so temporary.
A lot of changes are coming. I have big plans, but until we see the land it will be impossible to know if they all make sense.