the truth about acreage living

12Both my husband and I thought we were acreage people. I lived on one when I was a child and can remember all the fun that my siblings and I had in the country. My husband spent his teenage years on one as well, up until his second year of post secondary schooling. When I was in university, we moved back to an acreage. My parents have been there ever since, and my husband and I have been living with them off and on over the past few years.

Many of you joined our roller coaster ride in our 5 month search for an acreage of our own. While we didn’t end up settling on one, we did purchase land in the country. Do you know what? I think it’s a blessing in disguise. It’s funny how you may think that you want something so badly, and go after it in full force, only to realize that it’s not what you wanted in the end. Living on an acreage at this stage in my life has made me realize that. All of our jobs are located in the city, on top of which our free time is also spent there. With no desire to spend our days off mowing the lawn, and no children to speak of, the only good thing about living in the country is the peace and quiet, and having space for our animals. I’m hoping that therefore our city-sized lot outside of the city will be the best of both worlds for us and our animals. At least for right now.

14Not everyone will share this opinion, just as I don’t expect them to. Some people are made for country life, like my mum. While she would probably whither up and die in the city, there are days when she, too, needs a break from it all. This was an email that I received from her one Sunday morning.

“So here’s my day so far…. Ben (dog) left a dead mouse in dog room. Two puncture wounds. Then he was sniffing dead grass. Grass went up his nose and he started choking. I pulled it out of his nostrils. A handful. The graham wafer broke while feeding the donkeys and Mama (donkey) bit my finger. Bleeding. Sam (mini horse) ran into page fence. Got his head stuck. Ripped hair and has two nasty holes on his face. Mesa (kitten) has climbed a tree and can’t get down. And it’s only 10:30 (am).”

I think that acreage living is suited best for children or individuals who either do not work away from home, or do not work at all. Those who fall in between can also make it work, but you had better like rising with the sun and going to bed at sundown. If you do, I applaud you.

<3

Emory 

13Above are photos that I have taken over the summer while living on my parent’s acreage.

adventures in real estate

IMG_1.jpgThank you so much for waiting patiently regarding my big real estate reveal. I had absolutely zero intentions on letting it go on this long! The truth is that Geoffrey and I were thrown for a loop. What does that mean exactly? Well its definition states “to upset someone unexpectedly and severely.” Never has that statement been more true in my entire life. What began as a want for more space turned into 5 months of acreage hunting, to finally end up with … buying an vacant lake lot at a provincial park! Who knew that our search for an old farmhouse on a couple of acres would have brought us to having no house on a double lot. We are excited. Honestly! We went in every direction searching for inexpensive acreages. North of the city was too expensive and barren, East was nice but too far, and West was rough around the edges. The first time we actually began considering South of the city was when we looked at this property here.

IMG_2.jpgThat house was not for us, however, the direction finally was! A few weeks after viewing that home, I took a drive over to the nearby regional park. What I felt when I got there was intense, immediate, and unexpected. I felt like I was home. Well, a mix of camping and home. I knew that our location search was over, and I couldn’t wait to call Geoffrey and our realtor. A few days later we went and looked at three homes. Two were on leased lots so we nixed them right away, while the third was an acreage within the village that we wanted to live in. While we did like it, it was conditionally sold after being on the market for only 3 days. That was the extent of homes that were for sale. I felt a little defeated, and like we were back at square one. That is until I noticed that there was an empty lake lot for sale! Then, within a few weeks, we had put an offer on it, and it was conditionally sold to us! After five brutally long months, I thought that we had gotten the hardest part out of the way. Was I ever wrong.

Now I’m not entirely sure what day we actually wrote our offer on, but the Friday that Prudence was put to sleep, our realtor came over and put up a for sale sign on our property. Little Green wasn’t going to be online until Monday, but he was hoping to generate interest over the weekend. This is a rundown of the next few days:

May 9: Sign goes up.

May 12: Our home is visible to realtors only. 3 showings.

May 13: Still only visible to realtors. 4 showings.

May 14: It’s now available to the public. 3 showings. 3 offers. We accept the best one. Our home is sold upon removal of conditions.

May 15: 1 showing. I tell our realtor no more.

May 17: The buyers show up and start poking around in our backyard while we are home, and introduce themselves to our neighbours as the new home owners.

May 19: Open house. This was planned since the beginning, so we couldn’t back out.

May 21: Home inspection day. Morning- I get a phone call from our realtor telling us that the buyers have ended their relationship and are not going through with the purchase of our home. Afternoon- our house goes back on the market. Evening- 1 showing. 2 offers. We accept the best one. Little Green has sold upon removal of conditions yet again.

IMG_3.jpgMay 21: Meanwhile, our contractor has went out to the lot that we were buying and informed us that the for sale sign was on the property next to ours, 30 ft away. The lot that we were buying was actually a ditch that was covered in trees and does not have a for sale sign (see above photo). That night I tell our realtor that we want out. However, the conditions have been removed and so begins a 5 day legal battle with us trying to get our deposit back.

IMG_4.jpgMay 26: 11 pm. Our realtor calls me one last time after the deadline has passed for the sellers releasing our cheque. He tells me that the sellers will give us the “good” lot (see above photo) that we originally thought that we were purchasing instead of the “bad” lot that we were locked into. We accept the offer, and can finally move forward again!

IMG_5June 1: Geoffrey and I move out of Little Green and into a temporary home on an acreage. This is where we will be living until our home is completed. After it was all said and done, I have gotten so much from this experience and have learned to trust no one in business deals, even realtors. This has been the most trying house hunting experience that we have ever had. However, I think that it will only make for a happy ending to our real estate story. 

Now readers, please get ready for a summer filled with posts on building our new home! We have already named it ‘The Little Barn’.

<3

Emory

  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife and mother to three (two on earth and one in heaven). This is our life on the Canadian prairies.
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