With the transition comes an opportunity to look back at what it's like to live on the homestead. In 2008, Andy Smetanka wrote an award-winning account for the Indy of his first months tending to the property. You'll find tales of stolen eggs, pillaged gardens and something nasty killing all the chickens. Living off the land sounded anything but easy, but it also provided a strong sense of connection. This passage seems especially appropriate:
Peering inside the converted chicken coop where the last Randolph had lived alone for almost 40 years, I could hardly have guessed that the woman I’d barely started dating would someday give birth to our second child in the same room. Now I don’t remember what life was like before and I dread the thought of ever leaving. I tell people that the kids will burst the timbers of the house before I’m ready to leave. I just hope they carry this place with them forever when we finally do.
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