Economic times have become dark indeed, and desperate times, as they say, call for desperate measures. When Whiteybare (as he wants to be called) showed up at our house and told us that he was losing his home, Big Guy and I didn't even flinch. Our natural inclination was to say: "Stay here, we'll make room for you." From there, we discussed our own burgeoning unhappiness with the community we live in. So we decided that the group of us would get our own place and we'd do the hippie thing, grow our own food and work together, become a truly extended family.
After that, we thought we might be able to do this with a few more friends, but the planning just didn't work out for a variety of reasons. But, in the past 2 weeks, we've done pretty much nothing but look at houses and try to find good spaces on craigslist. It's been frustrating to say the least. But, even after the fall of the initial commune plan, we're still going to go ahead and try to form a mini commune. We also have more time adn a wider variety of places to choose from, even if we're renting and not buying.
Honestly, I recognize that what I am looking for is probably out of our reach, but it doesn't stop me from wanting better. The goal is a house in the country with a big yard for gardening, a fireplace, and room enough to raise animals. I guess you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl. So, right now we're looking for a place to rent that's "good enough", or a house on Land Contract that suits our needs and our wants.
With Whiteybare moving in, we have someone who agrees with and understands our desire to find a country place, so this partnership should work very well. He gets a place to live, and we all get an extended family with the same values and desires. In addition to that, Big Guy has picked up a rifle and we're going to look into going deer hunting this year. It's exciting, the little steps we're taking. I just wish we could take the big step and get a place of our own.