I'm writing this at the end of our first day officially living at our new place, here in the mountains of northwestern North Carolina. It's been a crazy weekend that started Friday afternoon when we picked up the moving truck. From then on, we've been packing, loading, drving six hours, unloading, and unpacking just about everything we couldn't bring with us over the preceding few months. This includes all of our fruit trees and berry bushes that we planted at the end of 2012, which were mostly still small enough to move. I replanted them all this afternoon, after unloading the truck.

This is the first time I've sat down since I got up this morning, 12 hours ago. I'm beat, and don't feel like getting back up. I hope this will change tomorrow, after a shower and a long sleep. This week, I need to finish double-digging the remaining 720 square feet of raised beds for our vegetable gardens, and survey the site for our greenhouse. We're going to do the leveling at the same time we have the site prepared for the shipping container that will house our solar array and batteries. That will proceed in a couple weeks. Then, of course, we'll have to dig footings and pour concrete for the greenhouse, which was delivered in 11 very large packages a couple weeks ago. Then the greenhouse will have to be built. Then we'll have to figure out the irrigation system, then...

All of this is a lot of work, and we're really just getting started here. I can't even think beyond the next month. Tiring as it all is, it's what we signed up for. Everything Tasha and I have been talking about for the past few years is finally real. I look forward to the day when I can hopefully earn an income doing small-scale permaculture farming, writing, or some combination of the two. Right now I'm happy to compromise by working remotely for my employer of the past three years with a trip to the office once a month.