As children, we all got asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. Me, as most of my peers, grew up with full time working parents who disappeared early and came home late. Profession, and having a job to go to, is a part of one's identity, of who you are and what you're doing with your life.
Well, Dennis and I have decided not to go to a job, at least not more than once in a great while. That dosen't mean we don't work, but we do it at home and only a few months out of the year to make money. We have a clear ambition to make the Hostel provide for our financial needs, which ultimately means not to have much for financial needs in the first place.
The key point for us is that we pay our expenses as we go. We don't have a mortgage, a car loan or a rent. Both of us have paid our student loans and would never put anything on a credit card.
We produce the majority of our own food, enough to stretch us, in abundance, well into next summer. We're working towards a more sustainable way of animal husbandry, where grain for the pigs and chickens is marginal and feed from our own farm abundant. We produce our own building material, fuel for heating and cooking, we maintain our car, our bikes, tools and furniture our selves. We trade, cabbage for goat cheese, squash for yogurt and at the end, we just don't get a lot of the things we'd have to buy. Since we provide for our basic needs; heat, power, cooking fuel, food and shelter, we don't have a day to day dependence on cash.
us of that dependence and limit the overall need for money has a
broad range of reasons. Most of all; we simply don't want to go to
work. Working away from home comes with ripple effects, like breaking
up your family. Dennis and I have chosen to live together, therefore,
we'd like to spend our days together. We've chosen to live at this
place, this homestead, therefore we'd like to spend our days here. I
don't want to drive and burn fossil fuels, I don't want to be bound
to someone else's schedule, whims of keeping my employed, customers
ability to pay and not being fully in control over the work I'm asked
to perform. Believe me, I've tried all that. 40 h working week, hours
of commuting, sitting in an office, getting fired when times got
hard, employed when they needed an other part in the machinery. I'm
grateful for all those keeping the services up that we do need;
stores, libraries, newspapers, hospitals. But I also wish that all
those going to a job would have the choice not to, if that's what
they wanted. That someone would tell them; an other life is possible.
Winter in the garden