A couple of years ago, I pulled my kids out of school in the city, left a job I loved, and moved to the old family farm. After the failure of my marriage I was ready for a MAJOR change of pace, and something different, something tangible, a different kind of raising for my kids.

I was torn. I love the city... I love the feel and the pace of the city. I love fashion, and dark sushi bars with red leather booths, jagged skylines lit up at night, small apartments, kitschy art galleries and coffee shops on every corner, but the city I loved just wasn't the right fit for us as a new family of three - we needed the stability of a small town and a sense of community, so we packed up and moved on.

There wasn't a lot of immediate change in our lives. My heels get stuck in the mud trying to get to my car in the morning (I'm still working on a solution for that), the old farmhouse closets don't have a lot of room for the haul I accidentally bring home when I hit a really good sale at Macy's, and it only took the first year to realize propane heat is really, REALLY expensive during a hard Kansas winter. I still go into the city every other week at the very least to drop the kids off for their weekends with their Dad. We eat out a lot, and still live very much in suburbia, on a few hundred acres.

We've yet to embrace the life we came to live, and for a few years that was really okay, but small things have been nagging at me for awhile, over the years I've come across this article or that on sustainability, self-reliability, or homesteading.  It just feels right, to be closer to the food we eat, to the goods we consume at an absolutely frenzied pace and to utilize this beautiful setting we have to do so.  So things will change, finally, slowly, for us. The time is right, the kids are old enough to be a help around the farm, I have a big handsome boyfriend who can drive a tractor :) and I have finally convinced myself that there have got to be some cute chore boots for sale somewhere.

I intend this blog to be a chronicle of this giant life experiment. We are starting from scratch. I don't intend to turn into a cowgirl, a hippy, or a vegetarian, and you will have to pry my four inch snake skin heels and my Michael Kors handbag out of my dirty, calloused fingers. I just want more...of what's real...in life.