Jay and I have moved to another small town, but oddly nowhere near "town". Our address says we live in said small town, but in actuality, we're probably eight miles from "town".
I absolutely *despise* moving and God willing, this will be our last move until we move into our forever home (God willing, we'll be able to buy/find a forever home sometime before we die).
We moved onto the same property where Skeeter (and her future brother) lives. She's now 10 yards or so from my bedroom window, so I can wake up, look out the door and see her. It's quite blissful.
|L.E.'s hen house, made out of an old silo.|
|The "back side" of our little house and Skeeter's pen.|
We still have a ton of unpacking to do, though I'm not sure where we're going to put everything yet, and we're going to "build" some cabinets for the kitchen. Right now, we've got a big, open kitchen with next to no storage or counter space. We're going to take a page out of Mom and Bill's book and just bolt a couple of base cabinets together and cover them with a counter top and call it good. It's not super permanent, but it will increase our storage and give us a food prep area.
The big wooden table that is currently the "counter" in the kitchen will come out and be re-finished so that we can turn it into a picnic table. I can already see it underneath that wonderful shade tree, can't you?
I expect it will be a bit before we're completely settled, but I'm already in love with this place.