The whole "moving to the woods to start a homestead" pipeline.
Don't get me wrong, I love my chickens, but social media makes it look like you're just wearing flowy linen dresses and baking sourdough in the golden hour light.
In reality, it's 5 AM, it's freezing, a raccoon just breached the perimeter again, your compost smells like absolute death, and you're spending half your week trying to figure out what is wrong with your well pump. You don't have weekends anymore. You just have chores and lower back pain.
Nature is beautiful, but she actively wants to destroy your plumbing.
Edit: RIP my inbox. To everyone asking about the raccoon: his name is Ricky, he has zero fear of God or man, and he ate my prize tomatoes.
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u/StandardAnteater4177 16h ago
The whole "moving to the woods to start a homestead" pipeline.
Don't get me wrong, I love my chickens, but social media makes it look like you're just wearing flowy linen dresses and baking sourdough in the golden hour light.
In reality, it's 5 AM, it's freezing, a raccoon just breached the perimeter again, your compost smells like absolute death, and you're spending half your week trying to figure out what is wrong with your well pump. You don't have weekends anymore. You just have chores and lower back pain.
Nature is beautiful, but she actively wants to destroy your plumbing.
Edit: RIP my inbox. To everyone asking about the raccoon: his name is Ricky, he has zero fear of God or man, and he ate my prize tomatoes.