Hi, I am Elizabeth and this blog is the story of how my husband and I came to the farm in Ohio after living in California.  Although I was born in Ohio, my husband had spent most of his life in California. To understand the enormity of this move, we were moving to begin renovation of my great grandparents circa 1830’s farm house that had been boarded up for over 50 years.  I hope as you follow our journey you will enjoy it and be encouraged to follow your dreams.

In May 2013, my husband Gus and I with our Jack Russell terrier, Skully, left Belmont Shore, California (a beach area in Long Beach, CA) for Leavittsburg, OH, pulling a bright red 38' trailer We were off . . .headed for a new life on the farm. We were on our way to a better, more simple life on the farm. It had taken us 2 weeks of packing and getting rid of things to be able to fit our necessities. This was the first of two trips we were to make.

Why, you may ask, do you need so many belongings if you are headed for a more-simple life? I am still trying to figure that one out. We were full of hope and anticipating adventure along the way.

I quickly learned that when you are toting a big trailer you cannot just stop anywhere you see something interesting. I would say something like, “Look the World’s Biggest Rocking Chair is at the next exit.” My husband would say, “Does it have a big parking lot?” Followed by, “Oh, I cannot get over anyway there is someone right on my tail.” You may not believe this, but we must have been tailgated the entire trip because we were rarely able to stop anywhere unless it involved gas or meals. You may think I am kidding, but the pictures from our trip are either from the car window or pictures of plates of food.

We finally made it to Leavittsburg, and then after a few weeks we turned around and made the trip a second time (for more necessities, including a 1986 Suburban and our cat Bella.)  After our return trip, we began the arduous task of making this boarded-up farmhouse into our dream home.

Thanks for reading this to the end.  I hope you will follow my blogs as we work on the farmhouse and start our new life . . .Elizabeth