When Brent and I bought our home near downtown Raleigh, we had every intention of staying put for years. We envisioned it being the place where our children would grow into their teens.
It has everything that has been important to us for the last 5-8 years close proximity to the buzz and energy of downtown, easy access to stores, parks, festivals and great restaurants. Excellent schools, hospitals and a short drive to most of our friends, family, and church.
But as the years have passed, a very persistent voice has grown louder and louder in our souls. Land. Farmhouse. Land. Farmhouse.
I grew up on five wooded acres in the Middle Creek area outside Fuquay/Apex and Brent spent most of his childhood running through the forest and sandhills in his undeveloped neighborhood in Southern Pines. We both experienced the kind of childhood where you could roam free, splash through creeks, climb trees and be gone from lunch to sun down.
We have a fenced in front yard where the kids love to play, but because it is a busy neighborhood and the fence doesn’t offer any privacy, it’s not the kind of yard where they can run out and play without supervision. Everly has taken to climbing the camelia tree in our front yard and I Iong to let her loose on a grove of dogwoods and magnolias with low hanging branches.
We’ve also had some pretty strong influences that are motivating a change in our thinking. Spending a week in the beautiful Vermont countryside with Kate and Nick each summer has certainly swayed our thoughts. Escaping to the idealic mountain retreat that my mom and Peg share keeps us daydreaming of a quieter space. Even watching our children run around at my grandparent’s home in rural Johnston Country has stirred the desire for wide openness.
The challenges we see with actually fulfilling this dream are many. In order to afford the kind of home and land we want, we would have to move well outside the Raleigh area. It’s hard to find great schools in rural parts of our state. My company doesn’t offer a lot of flexibility in work from home scenarios and a long commute into the city each day means an extra few hours away from my family. Brent is exploring going back to school and most of the major universities in our area are in the triangle area. And the biggest thing hindering a move - the idea of being farther away from our friends and family. Our house is constantly full of friends and family and our social calendar is packed. We know moving farther away would have a significant impact on what we’ve grown accustom to.
Even the thought of leaving our house itself… we love it, we truly do.
But the ache is still there and perhaps it will be for some time. Maybe it always will be there, or maybe we will find a way to fulfill our old farmhouse dreams one day.
In the meantime, I entertain myself by looking at properties all over the state and daydreaming of nigerian dwarf goats and ducks and planting fields of wild flowers and pumpkins and strawberries.
With that vision ever growing, I thought I’d share a few of my favorite farmhouse dreams, just in case any of you out there are in a better situation that we are to make it happen or maybe you just love daydreaming about this sort of thing too.
(No acreage on this one, but a great little house and right in the middle of charming Pittsboro)
(This house in Merry Hill needs some updates inside and comes with just a few acres, but what a gorgeous home and property!)
(I’m kind of obsessed with this old farmhouse in Siler City! It’s on 9.6 acres and has a separate, one bedroom log cabin for guests)
(This old house in downtown Smithfield doesn’t have any land, but it’s close to some of our family and the woodwork on the inside is the stuff of dreams!)
(This house in Stanfield has a little over 5 and a half acres and so much charm! I love the double porch!)
(This home in downtown Weaverville only boasts half an acre, but it’s proximity to Asheville (and my mama!) and the dream kitchen make it a favorite)
Are you an old house dreamer too?