This blog aims to chronicle my attempts at creating a lower impact, less expensive, more independent lifestyle in an urban neighborhood in Southeastern America.
My husband and I own a small house on 0.25 acres, 3 miles from downtown; we work in corporate type jobs and own two cars; we are pretty regular kids in our late 20s. And like a lot of early 21st century young Americans, we are disenchanted. The economy is in the toilet; the idea of shopping your way to happiness is pretty played out; the state of the environment is poor (and makes for pretty divisive conversation); and we are settling in with a new President who, we all have to admit, is just as flawed as the rest of us. So, our little household is attempting to overcome the ennui by making attempts at homesteading.
I think a lot of ideas are floating around the web and in books about what it means to “homestead.” And, I’ll admit, I haven’t done too much research on the matter–yet. For now, I think of homesteading as taking our lifestyle off the beaten path. (It does not mean you have to dress like this or this. For the record, my look is more jeans/t-shirt/Tom’s.) We’re trying things that are a little different, a little unusual; we’re seeing what works by trial and error. We living on our own “frontier” of sorts–doing household things and arranging our lives a little less like our parents and maybe a little more like our grandparents. And we want to learn lessons from people who are different from us. I promise to never say that my way is the “right” way; we are firm believers in the idea that every man finds his own way, and, as long as no one is hurt in the process, we should live and let live. (This is the point when my husband would point out: “You are a wanna be hippie in a yuppie’s life.” So be it.)
So follow me as I blog about our adventures in beekeeping (I just started my first colony), gardening, figuring out what to do with all the radishes in my CSA box, and how to conquer the urban frontier that is my quarter acre homestead.