I’ve talked a few times before about how focusing on my long-term goals helps me forego things I want now to help me achieve those goals.
I have also recently shared my mid-term goal strategy, 101 in 1001.
But what exactly are my long-term goals?
I want to have my own place. While I enjoy where I live now, I don’t want to rent forever. Economically, it makes more sense to buy (once I get my savings and income where I want it).
But more than the economics of it, I want a yard. While I’ve made do with gardening on my balcony, it’s not enough to satisfy my gardening itch. Not all summers are going to be as a unproductive as this one, but the larger the area I have to garden, the more I’ll be able to grow to feed myself (and hopefully others).
My ideal property would be a small house on an average-sized neighborhood lot, with quick access to bus routes and stores. This would provide me the best of both worlds: urban and back-to-the-land.
While my focus on getting a property is growing a garden and possibly some fruit trees, I also think about raising bees, chickens and goats one day. That’s far-fetched for someone who has never desired a pet, but we’ll see.
I would also love to make this property as simple and environmentally-friendly as possible. I picture harvesting all my own energy from the sun and doing away with the traditional laundry system.
While I have no plans on a traditional retirement (time to put me first), I do hope to not need to work as much in a corporate environment one day. I’d love to devote more time to urban homesteading activities…especially once I have an urban homestead.
If I allow myself to dream, I picture myself retiring from corporate America early to spend the rest of my days urban homesteading and fostering children. Yes, I’d love to be married and have my own children some day, but regardless of if that happens, I want to provide family to those who do not have any.
This is my dream of the future now, but it definitely wasn’t my dream even 5 years ago. It may not be my dream in 5 years, either, but I’m okay with that.
Photo by Richard Elzey