In my quest to make my new little 1/2 acre home site a wonderful place, there was much work to be done. With the aide of my almost constant companion and sidekick (the BF/BFF) we embarked on taking a raw piece of tiny property and attempting to turn it into my future Downsizing/Tiny Home.

 

After several projects were done (some to my liking, and others not so much) it suddenly dawned on me one day to stop being a bit of a perfectionist, lest I lose my 'help' from my inquiring/complaining, and learn to love the end results. In my conversation with myself regarding this issue, (while mumbling under my breath) the words "half-assed" came springing from my lips.

 

Somehow, what started as a joke, just seemed right. Especially, when I blurted out the 'homestead' part. :) So here we are with water, fencing, dog pens, electricity, storage shed, mower, a big fat chicken coop, a garden area, and a beautiful goldfish pond right out my RV window as I write.

 

Half-Assed?

 

Well... maybe a little bit.