Spread my arms and just fall

The morning husband was fired, he went and retrieved his tools. His ex boss said to him that since we were going to fall off a cliff, it would be better to fall now, rather than later. (And a bunch of other pandering psychology bs in an attempt to make Husband feel guilty)

Husband walks in, looks at me and smiles.

"Now I will spread my arms and just fall"

I don't think I have been prouder of the man. He scooped me up, hugged me tight and said, let's do it.

Get your minds out of that city gutter. He was talking about buying the property that we were quickly falling in love with. We had planned to do this slowly. To put some money down, have time to tie up any loose ends, and put in notice at work, that six months down the line Husband would need to be replaced. Well when an. . . I decided to censor myself, as this girl isn't worth my time. And since the boss decided that we apparently deserve to have our heads loped off when we were in trouble because of the wreck, Husband decided that we should buy it now.

The next morning, beef, the tractor, a car, and scrap metal was sold. As we are missing a month of pay, we need some of it to keep us alive. The rest is enough to send to the property owner to hold the land for us.

We are not afraid of hard work. We survived off of telemarketing and shoveling horse manure. We know that we are leaving everything we know behind, even the great State of Kansas. Yes, you read that correctly. We are leaving Kansas. We love the prairie, but the prairie no longer loves us.

We will be homesteading on virgin land. No well, no electricity, no house, no fences. The terrain is foreign to us. We will no longer be flat landers. We are going into the Appalachian foothills, 14 hours away from the Neophyte Homestead.

We discussed it over with all three boys. Large shrugs and says cool. Medium gets excited about tree houses. And Small, oh my darling Small is stoked about black bears. They understand that Christmas will be tight this year (I am still paying it forward and sending what I can to my adopted family) and they have asked for very little. But if things truly work out, next Christmas they will be sledding down real hills, decorating a Christmas tree outside of our window, and all of us happy and warm in a land of milk and honey. Ok a holler, close enough.

The land is perfect for three boys. Everything you dream of, trees and snakes, caves and bears, creeks and lizard, hills and beavers. We will be within a short distance of some of my closest homesteading blogger friends, so don't be surprised when my projects start popping up on other blogs and vice versa.

I realize that some people will cringe at the idea of taking off with little money. They may think we should stay, find more work and leave when we are financially sound. Unfortunately, the prices of things keep going up and wages go unchanged. We could stay, and find ourselves trapped in that finical loop and never make it out. When we first left home as young adults we took that same huge risk. We jumped, and we landed. Most of us never returning home. Some times your life requires another huge jump. Husband and I have always landed upright.

We will struggle in the beginning. And after talking to our parents, and with their joyful blessings, we know that this is going to be the grandest of adventures.

Here is your sneak peek. . . Just spread my arms and fall