The last few months has involved a lot of work to get the shipping containers to a stage where they could contain things. I had to install a road just to be able to get them onto the property just in time for the coldest and wettest time of the year. I then had to pave a path to allow access to them so I wasn’t standing in a mud bath while I tried to fill them with all the junk from my storage unit in town that had raised its prices 3 times in the last 12 months.

I also desperately needed to sort and downsize the amount of stuff. It was suffering badly from having a pile of stuff hastily moved into it, which was something I didn’t want to just transfer to the shipping containers at the farm. So after months of selling, sorting, and eventually just dumping I have reduced the amount of stuff to mostly quality items in organized storage tubs. I have also handed back the keys to unit and that felt great.

There is a sense of purpose and a daily endorphin feed that comes with jobs like this. Which lasts a few days before it all wears off and you remember you have another task ahead even bigger than the last one.

Next week I better get back to work on the cabin because it has been rather neglected while I have been taking care of other things.