Chomping at the bit…

You know when you’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for something, something that takes a lot of preparation and planning, and you’ve been thinking, “I’ll only need 2-3 days to pack,” and then moving day is, like, tomorrow, and you’re still not packed? Ya, that’s how I’m feeling.

Seriously, with almost an entire summer gone by waiting for this big huge deal of a move to happen, and we’re 36 hours from go-time and I’m not finished packing. Knowing the kids won’t have a nap tomorrow, and probably not Friday either, I’m letting them snooze a little late. Which means I’m here on the couch, updating my blog theme {don’t you love it??}, making important decisions regarding the Ladies Homestead Gathering Facebook Policies {I hate that we have to have them, but, we do} and not packing. We packed a few boxes this morning, and we’re “pretty much done,” but there is enough still left to do that I should be doing that instead of this….

In other exciting news, we were able to bump the closing up to tomorrow afternoon, instead of Friday, so we’ll be spending the day in Lexington with the walkthrough, the refrigerator delivery {fingers crossed – the next available delivery date is the 19th!!!}, and then off to the attorney’s office at 3. We’ll come home, sleep a little, and then head back out there early Friday {it’s about an hour an a half from my dad’s, where we’ve been staying all summer} for the unpackers due to arrive at 9am. A quick little new home blessing and we’ll be frantically squeezing our lives into a sweet little house made just for us. If I don’t look forward to the stress and exhaustion coming my way this weekend how will I be able to appreciate the quiet and the peace and the love that is to come when it’s complete? {OvO}

Front Porch

Homecoming

My new kitchen

Other than the farm itself, the place I think about most often is the kitchen. When I’m preparing a meal, or when we’re sitting around the table eating one. When I’m reaching in the fridge for the milk… Every now and then I feel a little tickle in my tummy, like the one you feel when the phone rings after hours of waiting for your beloved to call.

Owl Moon Farmhouse Kitchen

Nothin’ fancy. Just right.

I’ve never been able to explain moments like these, but I’ve been feeling them for years. I even gave the sensation a name – PREjevu, instead of dejavu. Because they aren’t flashbacks, like I’ve been there before. Instead, it feels a flash of the future. But not a specific activity or anything, just a feeling. The warmth, the smell, the wood floor under foot. As quick as a blink of an eye, and then they’re gone.

I’ve been looking for this home for nearly 15 years. Feeling like my home was calling me. Searching high and low. Making everyone around me crazy. But we’ve found it. Finally. And next Friday night I’ll be sleeping {on an air mattress} in the home I’ve been looking for. OvO

The One

If you haven’t been following since the beginning, or maybe you have been, but you’ve lost count of all “the ones,” you may not have realized  but this one isn’t the first one we thought was “the one.” My dad was really starting to enjoy it I think. In the loving and supportive way only your dad can, he’d say things like, “oh THIS is ‘the one,’ eh?” You know, like you used to say to your friend from college that brought a new girl home every couple of weeks or so, all in love and everything, saying he was “going to marry this one,” until, you know, they got to know each other. It was kinda like that.

But really. How could I help it? I’ve been writing things like, “Future home of Owl Moon Farm?” for…oh…2 years? We really thought we found “the one” in February of this year. So sure was I that I told EVERYONE about it, before we even made an offer. We’re talking months of build-up before even getting the process started. Our initial offer was not accepted, and neither was our 2nd or our 3rd. In fact, we negotiated for MONTHS before finally deciding to walk away. {Honestly, though, the sellers were kinda insane, and the real estate agent involved (bless his heart) only made matters worse.} It was a nasty breakup. There were tears.

Then there were other ones. Pictures shared on Facebook, addresses typed into Google Maps to see how far we’d all be driving for Christmas…

Maybe we were dating? Maybe we were test driving? You can’t just take home the first one you try on, right??? So ya, no shame here. I’d rather have a few close ones on the way to “the one” – it makes the celebration at the finish line that much sweeter.

The biggest cliché you’ve ever heard (if you’ve ever been farm-hunting) is “The right one will come along.” (Sound familiar?) Anyway, it’s totally true. I mean it. Totally. True. Patience and trust and determination. Every wrong one is one less wrong one you have to see before finding the right one. I would go home after a weekend of looking, without finding, with the saddest, most pathetic, dejected feeling of failure you can imagine. I would sometimes even consider (only for a second or two) giving up on the whole dream. It was that bad. But then, thankfully, I’d snap out of it. I’d remember that I was just going through the motions, seeing everything that might be the one, on my way to finding “the one.” And I did. And in one month I’ll be signing off from my farm. My home. THE ONE I’ve been waiting for.

So, you think you want to buy a farm?

If you thought the farm search itself was the hardest part, well…I’m sorry to say you’re wrong, dead wrong. With the inspection behind us, our only remaining concern is the loan. And I gotta tell ya, finding a loan for a farm is next to impossible – unless you have oodles and oodles of cash lying around, that is.

Even with the proceeds of a fairly lucrative real estate flip here in the historic Philly-bedroom-community of Doylestown, PA, we didn’t have enough cash for the 20% down required from most lenders for ANY property over TEN acres. Ten acres? Yep, if it’s more than 10 acres, it’s a “rural property” and extremely difficult to finance. As far as we can tell, the good ‘ole 80-10-10 that your parents probably got on your childhood home simply doesn’t exist anymore.

If it’s just land, that’ll be 35% DOWN (as in CASH, and don’t forget the 12-15% in closing costs on top of that).

Oh, it has a house? Well, then the house must be at least 51% of the total value of the property. So, for example, if you’re looking at 100 acres listed for $700,000 (which by the way, is a helluva deal if it’s anywhere your potential customers live), the house has to appraise for at least $350,000. Say it’s a quaint little old farmhouse in need of some TLC but totally “livable” – sorry, folks. NO LOAN. What if it’s in really great shape but all your neighbors’ homes are WAY better or, worse, mobile homes? Sorry, NO LOAN. Everything’s kosher but the home’s water supply is from a spring instead of a well (as is quite common in RURAL America, you know, where the farms are)? NO LOAN.

Believe me when I tell you that we called EVERY SINGLE BANK in Central Virginia. Of course we started with the “big banks,” but since they sell everything to Wall Street they were probably saying things like, “well, bless their future-farmer hearts” to each other after hanging up with us. Thanks a lot Fannie and Freddie and your total mis-handling of real estate in America. Anyway, we tried regional banks – also too big. We called all the mom and pop banks we could find, and finally found one that would help us out. And before you say, “What about Farm Credit??? Isn’t that kinda their SCHTICK???” We called them too. 20% down. No exceptions. Our lender, CornerStone Bank, out of Lexington, agreed to do 10% down with a slightly higher mortgage rate than more “traditional” loans.

I’m telling you, folks, if I ever get into politics, it will be over this very specific issue. Lending and mortgage rates and BS WALL STREET requirements passed down from Fannie and Freddie because of their own bad behavior are making land ownership difficult to impossible. Productive farm land is being lost acre after acre to big-pocketed developers and “gentleman farmers” because it’s TOO HARD TO BUY unless your uncle’s last name starts with M and ends with ONEBYAGS. And THAT is a tragedy. It’s pathetic. And it gets me fired up.

Time for an update!?

When last we spoke, we were in the midst of making an offer on a smallish acreage in Charlottesville. There were a lot of great things about that place, and a lot of not-so-great things. Long story short, it was a foreclosure that has a….curious….history. There had been a fire in the basement, which was ruled an accident, but was rumored to have been set intentionally. We thought we could handle the repairs for under $20,000 but we had a home restoration specialist out for a walkthrough and when he estimated the cost of restoration in the $50-$100,000 range, we decided it wasn’t such a great deal after all and decided to walk away. Truth be told, I wasn’t “feeling it” at that place, so I wasn’t disappointed at all. More like relieved.

Timing is everything, folks, because that night I found a place on Zillow that had been listed earlier that same day, a place just 15 minutes from where I would be driving the very next day. A place with everything on our wish list and inside our price range. I emailed immediately and set up a visit for the following morning. I was in like before I got there, and I was in full on crush-mode within 5 minutes of being there. House, land, views, location, outbuildings…everything. I was ready to make an offer that afternoon, but I waited for Tripp to see it 2 days later, and we made an offer the following day. After a very brief negotiation our offer was accepted. We went back a forth for a week or two over some details of the contract, and then we all signed. And just like that, we were under contract.

We went out last week with the home inspector and everything is in great shape. The only “big” issue is the plumbing that was installed (according to code) in the 1980s has a very bad reputation, and must be replaced. It is habitable, safe and even insurable as is, but “it’s not a question of if the plumbing will fail, more like when.” So, a plumber was sent out to make an estimate, and we’re hoping to hear from him tomorrow. I joked with a friend that we’re just waiting to hear how many kidneys we’ll have to sell to pay for it, but really, we’ll figure out a way to make it work.

I can’t wait to share the very happy news of farm ownership with you very soon. But until then, here’s a little taste:

The one.

The one.

The Formation of a Dream

I believe if you want a dream to come true, you have to believe in it, completely. So for years I have been cultivating this dream. Growing it, and nurturing so carefully that it has become like a parallel reality to the life I’m living now. After 10 years, I don’t talk about “the dream house” anymore; I talk about “our next home.” Our future life on a hundred acre farm is not something I am hoping for; it is something I am planning for.

And so, to get this blog started, I thought I would spend a few entries sharing my ideas, and inspiration for our farm. I have considered at length nearly every aspect of our future life in the country. The land, the home, the barn, and most importantly, the business that will make it all a reality.

The Land I grew up in Virginia, and have always dreamed of raising my family on a farm in rural Virginia. It has to be at least 100 acres to give us plenty of space for a truly sustainable farmstead, so I have to be flexible with the exact location. I want mountain views, and a good-size creek on the property. With self-generated power, organic garden, vacation cabins and historic barn, the land will beg guests to relax and stay a while.

The Home I used to think it would be a Victorian home, with bay windows and gingerbread trim on the porch. I guess I was attracted to the old-fashioned look of so many quaint small towns I’ve visited and driven through. Then one day I started thinking about what a home would look like if it had been on the land for 100+ years. What building materials would have been used, in rural Virginia in the late 1800’s? How would the home be laid out? And that got me thinking more along the lines of a traditional farmhouse

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the farmhouse, exterior

It is actually quite difficult to find photographs of two-story farmhouses on the web. The exterior drawing that goes with the floorplan (top), shows a lot of the features I want to showcase: stone porch, a clearly differentiated “addition,” and simple landscaping. However, I want a full second story to give the two front bedrooms one large window each instead of two narrow dormers. The drawing on the bottom is from a website for Victorian floorplans and is closer to what I am looking for, though I still had to make a few alterations to get the larger dormers. So we will pull a little from one and a little from the other and end up with the perfect farmhouse.
We’ll do white horizontal siding on the “main” house, and vertical siding on the “addition.” We’ll use a stacked stone porch and chimneys, but we won’t use any railings. Similar to the porch on this house:

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Thompson House in Bogart, Georgia

The floorplan is based on a four over four, the traditional floorplan for American farmhouses in the late 1800s. It features four main rooms downstairs, and four rooms upstairs. Our version includes what would be an “addition” to the original home (and might still be, if we find a home in good enough condition to renovate). The addition allows us to include an attached garage and to put the master suite on the main level, without taking away from the core elements of the home: Living, Cooking, Dining and Study. The study will be comfortable and inviting, the first room guests see upon entering the home. The formal dining room will be large enough to seat 8-12 people around a large farmhouse style table. The kitchen will be an authentic farmhouse kitchen and will include a built-in bench around a small, round table. The family room will have a large fireplace, a casual sectional, and a wall of glass panels that will open onto the huge screened porch. The master bedroom and bath will be comfortable and relaxing, and only as big as necessary.

farmhouse first floor

farmhouse, first floor

Upstairs, the children’s rooms are spacious and bright. The guest room has an attached bathroom, and what the floorplan showed as a clearstory to the kitchen below, I’ve built out as a home office and homeschool room. Above the garage is a large rec room which would utilize daybeds or Murphy beds to increase the home’s overall guest accommodations.

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farmhouse, second floor

Ultimately, I would like to have a full finished basement as well, but I don’t know if that is something we could afford to do right off. I like the idea of having a true cellar for food and wine storage; a game room with a pool table, bar and television for football watching; and an arts & crafts room for Momma.