It Started With An Idea A Few Years Ago—And Now We Managed To Move Far, Far Away From Civilization

One late night, exhausted amidst laundry and dishes, my husband suggested we leave our old life behind. What started as a laugh turned into a plan. We researched land, learned to grow food, and after three years of unraveling our old life, we bought 27 acres—rocky, imperfect, but ours. The first night, sleeping under stars with our kids, we cried with joy and fear. We built everything—rainwater systems, chicken coops, a greenhouse—facing brutal winters and doubts. But spring brought wildflowers and confidence. Our kids thrived, naming tomatoes, living by the sun’s rhythm.

Our old blog went viral, catching a documentary crew’s eye. Their film, Back to the Dirt, aired, sparking thousands of emails from people inspired to rethink their lives. We wrote a raw, honest book about believing in yourself, and built a guest cabin for visitors seeking a “reboot.” A lawyer guest, burnt out, found purpose cooking chili for us. When our son fell ill, we embraced balance, adding internet for medical support. Our homestead isn’t about escaping—it’s about living intentionally, proving wild ideas can lead to a life that feels like yours.