I’ve been a little disappointed these last few days, but am finally coming out of my funk.
My sister who lives close to DC shared with me her tax bill for 2018, and what’s more, she shared with me what they anticipate will be their tax bill for 2019, if they stay in Virginia. It is crazy. It’s the amount some people make annually around where I live. So they’re not too wild about living in Virginia right now.
The thing is, I was looking to move to Central Virginia, and thought I had the location all scoped out for my farmette. Had mapped the Farmers Markets, had done research on crime, and standard of living. My sister was glad it was not more than that. But stubborn me cannot just accept someone else’s word for it–so I started doing my own research. And my sister is right. Not only does the state have state taxes, but the property taxes are incredibly high. I found out that a person is taxed for each automobile they own as part of their property taxes (besides the taxes they pay in their registration fees at the DMV each year) and many micro-farmers are complaining of even being taxed on their tractors that never see a road.
So. Back to the drawing board.
I’m the type of person that likes not only substance but form. Up until I was 13, I always wanted a horse. Then at 13, I found “Nina”, a gorgeous bay Arabian, and then I no longer wanted a horse– I just wanted Nina. If it wasn’t Nina, it wasn’t going to be any other horse. Did I ever say I was stubborn? Yeah. But by being so, I most always reach my goals.
I got my Nina at 14.
So now, I just feel a little anchorless, without my beautiful manse in mind.
I think it’s a test. I’ve asked God, only for His Will. I believe He wants this dream for me, because I don’t believe I thought of having a farmette all on my own. I believe He planted the desire within me. But perhaps He also wants to know that above all else, even the dreams He puts in my heart, He comes first.
So now, I’m just going to focus on now, and what I can do now, about my farmette. I will start my aquaponics system, haunt farmers’ markets and ask gobs of questions, go to goat yoga once a month, and go to the Ranch regularly where I will learn how to milk a goat, and how to drive a horse. And continue studying. That’s good for now.
God will know the place for me, when it’s time.