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So, I'm a farmer now

That’s such a hilarious overstatement, but you know I have big plans. Normal people dream of fame or fancies. Do you know what I dream of? Chickens. Yes, you read that correctly, and yes it is absurd. I don’t know why, maybe I watched too much Cinderella in my formidable years. I have always had this ridiculously glamorized vision of myself scattering corn and gathering eggs in my apron each morning, just so I could go in and fry a fresh and delicious scramble for my perfectly well behaved children for breakfast. Let’s just set aside the fact that I’ve never worn a cooking apron, and actually do not currently own a stove. I’m going to name them wonderfully kitschy old lady names like Blanche and Deloris, and gossip with them while I tend my garden beds. We couldn’t have them in Plano, or I would have probably already learned that this is a terrible idea. But, we don’t live in Plano anymore, we live in small town, Texas. Having chickens is basically a prerequisite for our new lifestyle.

So, today I’m showing you my top-secret Huffman Homestead plans, complete with, you guessed it, my very own hens with old lady names! This is going to take us several years, if we actually ever complete it. But, look how beautiful! If it weren’t 100 degrees out today, I’d get started with only my shovel and personal determination. We have about one-acre in town, and coming from a tiny city plot, that basically means endless possibilities.

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New (Super Old) House

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New (Super Old) House

I love writing, though I’m not a good blogger. Honestly, I don’t understand how some people can manage everyday responsibilities and then find the energy to put their lives out there for the world in a way that is beautiful and authentic. It is such an effort, and I have more than respect for those who can keep it going. It may verge on envy, actually. Not in a mean or bitter way, more in a “get out of your own way, Katie,” inner-angsty way. I wonder if it boils down to personality? The marathon runner vs. the sprinter. I wouldn’t ever qualify my person as a runner of any sort, but I do create in energetic bursts. Sometimes the stars even align, and I sit down to get these loud thoughts out of my head, and onto some paper. If you are reading this, thanks for checking in on me.

My family and I have started a whole new life together in a tiny town in central Texas. It is quiet and full of nature, and I believe we can all be very happy here. We have a little land, and are following some dreams of living a life of more presence and purpose. There was a lot of traffic in Plano, and though we were surrounded by people, we were missing a deeper element of community. Aside from a few wonderful friends and the delivery guys who maybe knew us too well, we lived largely in isolation. We want that intangible sense of belonging that we had growing up in a small town, but were too young to appreciate. It’s natural to want that for my children, I suppose. I’m anxious to see it unfold.

So, we bought this sort of horrible, sort of amazing 100 year old farmhouse. Honestly, the decision happened rather quickly. The move… well, that was a complete and utter mess, and it went on for a torturous four months, driving back and forth four hours between homes. I don’t even want to talk about it, truly, lest I spiral into a depressive state. I’m mostly just glad it is over, and that we all survived. We managed to remodel our old house, and have been living out of boxes at the new (super old) one for too long.

Without further ado, I present our before pictures. Keep an open mind because, baby, she needs love.

I mean, I know this is crazy, but can you see it? All the charm and potential? We have already done a few big things before moving in- fixed the boarded window, beefed up locks and alarms, built a shop for my letterpress studio, and refinished the floors downstairs, but some of these require their own devoted posts with how much we learned. If you’d like to follow along with our progress, I’ll be sharing here under the series category New (Super Old) House and on Instagram @rhapsodyletterpress.

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