I (wish I) Had a Farm in Africa

Dammit - that Olive Farm near Upington is still for sale! I was looking at it and wishing about a year ago, and it's still seeking a new owner. By the way - you can see it on Google Earth as one of the Mega Flyby Images...

I wonder if that incredible place in a gorge cut through by a river is still on the market? Probably not.

And what, you may wonder, am I doing trawling agricultural sale sites (again)?

Well, I'm back to that "buy a farm" urge today. Sitting in an office while the sun shines outside, while everything is bursting with life and flower will do that to you. There's plenty out there to drool over too, but of course all way out of my budget range (which currently stands at about R300, not the millions required! :) ).

It's crazy - I feel like I've been circling this dream all my life. Starting with growing up "wild" in Zimbabwe, having grandparents and ancestors even further back who farm, a desire to have a place to bring family and friends to, to work with the earth, to breathe deeply, live sustainably, and even help save the planet... There's a part of me that knows one day it has to happen. Smallholding, farm, reams of blank land - it's what I crave, the bigger the better (except that I don't want the world). A place to live in the house permanently inhabiting my imagination.

As always finances hold me back. They keep me in check when it comes to every dream I've dreamt Big. Too often it feels like wading in molasses, getting nowhere, getting frustrated, while those dreams stay firmly out of my reach.

Which is where the daydreaming and site-surfing come in. Wishing and imagining that I could actually up and buy that one, or this one, without going into debt. If my odds weren't so awful, I'd buy a lotto ticket immediately! :)