I’m very fortunate to have 25 acres. I had wanted to own something about that size for as long as I could remember. My wife’s parents had built their retirement home on a beautiful piece of land. We were having a Labor Day picnic with them and my father-in-law mentioned that the neighboring piece of property was going to be sold (the deed gave him the right of first refusal, so the owner had called him; he refused). I asked him if he had the contact details for the owner and made an offer. I had no immediate plans for it, but it seemed like a good use of the paychecks from my first post-graduation job. I asked the owner if they would be willing to hold the mortgage on it; they agreed.
A few years later our son was born and my wife wanted to move closer to her family. I was able to get a job about an hour away. We looked at houses near the new job, but didn’t feel like any of them were “right”. I said to her “we’ve got the land; we’re moving to be close to your parents, so let’s build* on the piece we bought. The commute will suck, but it’s temporary.”
We staked out the house on Halloween of that year, had the foundation poured in November, framed in December. The excavation contractor (who is now a good friend of mine) said that he could imagine a house full of grandchildren running back and forth between our house and the grandparents next door. Our daughter was born in June of the following year, and in the following years the contractor gave me a rock bottom price to build a connecting driveway between the two houses.
My wife loves the house; I’ve since gotten the better job with a shorter commute so I have the extra time at the house every day. I’ve built a shooting range, taught them to shoot and hunt, and we’ve harvested a fair number of deer. My youngest son has gotten into small game hunting as well. He went traipsing into the woods with my grandfather’s old pack basket recently. I have no idea if he loves the outdoors because we live here, or if it is just who he is, and we did the right thing by raising him here.
There was a really old hunting shack in the woods when we bought the place; it collapsed some years ago. I have been slowly cleaning it up. I’m going to replace it with a small cabin as a pre-retirement project (once I get the kids through school…).
Opening day is Saturday; we’ll be out there…
*full disclosure…we financed the building of the new house with the proceeds of the sale of our previous house. We bought a fixer upper (all we could afford) in suburban Philadelphia in 2002 and fully renovated it and sold it in 2005. It was a lot of work, but our particular timing was really helped by the real estate boom at that time. Any work we did and wise choices we made had an element of luck with timing. We finished the renovation the day before the house was listed for sale, so I literally only got to enjoy the finished house / sit on the new patio once.