For many years, Alex and I had dreamed of having a second home. I wanted a beach house, while Alex was fantasizing about West Virginia living and becoming a prepper. The doomsday kind in a remote location; with bunkers and enough food to survive an apocalypse. Finding a middle ground did not seem easy; when our two visions were so vastly different. Alex always has a way of making valid points and being practical. Although I don’t always love to admit it, he is (almost) always right.
After much discussion, my beach house was off the table. Alex then took the stand to plead his case; while I tried to envision decorating a bunker. His idea was quickly eliminated for obvious reasons. We both agreed; a second home should be a happy place and not a secret hide-out from zombies. However, we did agree that a remote location; not far from civilization was a great idea.
I realized that I was a country girl a heart after visiting Hardy County, West Virginia in late October of 2014. The dreams of my feet in the sand and salt in my hair were a thing of the past. West Virginia living is where it’s at. Cowgirl boots, ATV’s, rocking chairs, and cozy nights snuggling by a fire were becoming my new dreams.
We set a radius of three hours from our home in Maryland. Far enough from busy suburban life, but close enough for weekly trips. A place where there is enough room between us and our neighbors. Enough land that we could build a shooting range and take walks in the woods. Where I can grow vegetables, and have chickens and feel as though we are living off the grid.
To A Place I Belong…
“Blue ridge mountains
Shenandoah river, life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Blowin’ like the breeze”
West Virginia Living
A seemingly perfect place, just as John Denver describes in his song Take Me Home, Country Roads. The land we chose is heavenly; with logging roads and meandering trails that flow peacefully through the woods. Hundreds of trees, a tranquil koi pond, wildlife, and a private community. These features were helpful in choosing the right land. In the end, the winding logging roads, and being 20 minutes from Wardensville, WV; a charming and up and coming little town is what sealed the deal. I could see spending many summers, falls, winters and springs here. Early mornings watching the sunrise from my deck and gorgeous sunsets from the rocking chairs on our front porch.
“I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.”