I laughed as I signed the papers on our land purchase.
“From now on you can refer to me as Judy, land baroness,” I said.
“A half section of land does not make you a land baroness,” replied my hubby as we walked out of the law office, papers in hand.
“Well, I still would like to be referred to as Lady Kucharuk when we are out at the property.”
I still find it comical that I acquiesced to the suggestion that we purchase some land out of town, especially within 15 years of retirement. I think of myself more of a city, albeit in a small city, girl. My idea of retirement would be living in a condo in a walkable city, close to theatres and bookshops.
Conversely, my hubby has always dreamed of having a cabin on property, sitting around the woodstove, quadding and snowmobiling with the grandkids.
You might say to yourself, “Hubby won!” But that isn’t quite true.
It took a great deal of convincing to get me on board with the idea of purchasing rural property.
“Why?” Why would we need to have this?”
“Wouldn’t it be amazing to have our own slice of land, where we can spend time together as a family, have a bonfire and cook marshmallows, run our generator whenever we want, the kids could quad or snowmobile all day long!”
That did sound enticing, especially the part about running the generator – I hate it when someone dictates the time that my generator can be running.
In the end, it did not take a lot of further convincing, and we decided to go for it – signed the papers and sealed the deal.
Now the conversation has begun about how big the cabin needs to be in order to comfortably hold the entire family. This city gal finds herself right in the middle of the cabin planning – a complete 180 from a year ago.
Lady Kucharuk cannot wait to sit around that woodstove!
Judy Kucharuk is a community columnist living in Dawson Creek.