We looked at the farm today and loved it. It was literally perfect for what we want to start doing: 8 acres, enough buildings to work with, room for grazing and gardening, and close (ish) to a thriving farmers market. We want to jump right on it but the owner seems unsure so we're in a waiting place again. It's hard when you want to do something so bad it hurts, and to be so close . . .
Guess if it's meant to be it will happen, but that isn't making the wait any easier. It needed a lot of work but that's exactly what we've been looking for and even wanting. We want to put our sweat and tears into a place and watch it become productive. Damn our blasted credit that prevents us from buying something right now.
It's all part of the dream, though. Working, waiting, for that land that we will someday call ours.