I’m Ready To Up and Do It

It was shopping in the grocery store that brought it on. I was buying toilet paper, actually. And it made me realize…

…I’m so incredibly ready to up and do it!

My eagerness for change engulfed me in that moment. And I felt like I was going to explode right there in the checkout line! An incredible impatience took over and it’s been there ever since.

I’m ready to wave goodbye to the rental home. Tired of being in a place where our farming activities are scattered between friend’s and neighbor’s homes. I’m done with the broken heating system, done with the mice, the variety of rainbow colored rooms and cracked windows. With cleaning a mansion of a home when we only use one bedroom.

Mentally, I spent the past 24 months adjusting for the move to our own property. I’ve spent two years preparing for a change that was put off numerous times.

I’m no good at living in two different worlds. And now that we’ve committed to and have possession of the property, I’m so incredibly ready to up and do it! In fact, I’m already gone.

I don’t care if we have to live in a small cabin while we build. If we don’t have indoor plumbing or a cook stove in that time.

We’re in this, so we might as well go all the way…straight to the outhouse, if necessary!

Some of you may think we’re crazy. Others will look on us with pity. Some may think that living for a few winter months in an 8×12 cabin without plumbing is something to dread.

But what you don’t know is that I’ve been longing for this very situation since the beginning of summer.

It’s a challenge. An adventure. Something I eagerly anticipate.

I’m not afraid of using an outhouse in winter…so long as it has a Styrofoam seat. And a 5 gallon bucket does well for nighttime needs. Unlike some, I don’t dread small spaces. Or living without internet or a stove. Showering or occasionally baking at a friend’s house. Doing laundry at neighbors. Of begging friends to let me crash at their home because I have a bad case of cabin fever.

It’s all part of the adventure. And even though I’m dead beat from our labors, I’m ALIVE inside.

Don’t ask me to explain it. Because I can’t. I can only say there’s something deeply satisfying in taking on this challenge.

I felt it when we moved south and settled in a new area. When we were saving every blessed penny to buy our land. And I feel it now, as we work to build a home.

Somehow, life is richer because of these challenges. And I feel more fully alive.

But don’t get me wrong. I know there will be days when the adventure gets old.

That’s just life.

I have no doubt I’ll be happy to have running water once again.

What woman wouldn’t?

And I know this ‘between homes” living situation it won’t always be fun or charming.

But I’m ready to up and do it!

The toilet paper made me realize how ready I was. When making the purchase, it came to me that this was probably the last time I’d be buying for our ol’ rental house. And the thought gave me an incredible desire to be out already.

All because of an innocent package of toilet paper….