For a place, outside the actual town area. So I don’t have to pay property tax to the, mostly corrupt and invariably bankrupt municipality. Because I’ll need constant money for that. And I don’t want to have to constantly worry about money for property tax when I spent money to take my living space off the grid electricity and water wise.
That means I have to look for a kind of farm. And it would seem that those are way above my budget. Not that I even have an actual budget since I have not put my house in the market yet so i have no idea if I will even sell it at a decent profit.
And so much rides on a decent profit. I need that to become completely debt free for the first time since I was at school. As well as the need to put up enough solar power and gas installations so I don’t need to buy electricity from the most corrupt and most inefficient of our para-statals, Escom. Water has to come from a borehole because the water supply in many places in the country is not quite a certain thing. And I will have to purify the water for drinking because the whole of the suck heap is basically also a human dung heap which means the ground water might eventually suffer from the shit that runs down every river and into every dam.
I might have to look for just a 1 hectare plot. Outside the town area, with space for a few smallish houses, a cow or two, some rabbits, probably pigs and chickens too. Just a smallholding somewhere with water in the earth and from the sky where we can try to become as self sufficient as possible.
Of course, I won’t get away from money completely. Doubt that my internet service provider will accept payment for my bandwidth in chickens or eggs!! And that’s why I should not be too far from a town so I can flog the extra to people that still wants to feed the machine.
And there’s lots to grow on a smallholding that the machine feeders will buy – smoked chickens, fresh veggies, maybe some jams and things. Home made stuff always tastes better than the store bought things.
As long as I don’t have to do the actual human dealing – will leave that to mom and aunt!
Still. Moving to the country side, no matter how good the intentions, will never be Nirvana. If anything it will be a hard, uphill battle, but at least I’ll be at home when I need to be there. I will see when the seeds sprout. When the insects come to eat what I planted. I will be available to the land all the time.
Might even grow a few tobacco plants and roll my own smokes 😉 Although it will be closer to a cigar than a smoke, but hey – I plan to die used up, not fresh!
And on that note – let me go get me some. Smokes that is…
Long days and pleasant nights.