Our Move to the Country: Part I


| 2/10/2010 2:39:46 PM


ShawnWe have all lived here in Connecticut our whole lives. My wife Tami and I were raising our two kids (children, not goats) in a nice home in the town of Stratford with a population of approximately 50 thousand people. It is a suburb of Bridgeport, one of the largest cities in the state. We had a nice three bedroom house on a quarter acre lot, and it was one of the biggest properties in the neighborhood. Tami was raised there in town, and I had been there for 20 years or so.

My mother was living at my grandmother’s home in Norwalk some 20 minutes away from us with my sister Kimberly and her daughter Siri. They had moved there about two years before my grandmother passed away, to help take care of her and to keep her company.

Tami and I both had good jobs, but I had longed for a country life for as far back as I could remember, and Tami wanted more space and more calm. The kids were growing up and becoming young adults. They were both done with school, and we were taking less active roles in the community. The area was getting too busy and too populated. It was time to go.

We felt we had four priorities to address once we decided to move to the country. One was getting as close to the country as we could without risking our careers. We didn’t want to jeopardize Tami’s teaching career or my job as a title searcher. We figured if we stayed in Connecticut Tami could keep her teaching certificate and I could stay at my job. I covered the entire state, so it wasn’t like my “commute” was going to be any different.

The next was keeping us all together. We did everything together as a family (me and Tami, the kids, my mother, my sister and our niece). My sister Kimberly is only a year older than our daughter Amanda, and our son Michael is two years younger than her. They grew up going to the same schools, the same church, scouts, everything.



The third priority was to have a place for my mother to call her own. She too had a wish to be in the country, and Tami and I wanted to make sure she was taken care of. Not that she needs taking care of, but to make it easier on her and keep us all together.

Pam Blasko
5/19/2011 10:05:05 PM

Wow! You were telling our story about moving! We too lived in Stratford CT and longed for the country and wanted to raise livestock. We landed in Oxford. Living on our Dream Come True Farm. Like you we lived on wha was considered a large lot on a dead end in Stratfrod. My daughter was going to Bunnell when we moved. She commuted a year and a half and swore shed be out of Oxford ASAP. Well she did move...........right next door with her hubby and son! Our parents are the next town over, Monroe, brother in Snelton. So we all remained close. We raise wool producing animals, I spin their wool, we have a farm shop and love all that we do. Hubby does wood working for the sh and we do goats mik soap from our goats, maple syrup from our trees and a lot more. And here I am now writing a blog for Grit. This world is sure small. Glad to have found you here. Sorry for such a long note but I was so excited, felt as though I knew you!!!!visit my blog sometime. I'll be watching yours!! Pam from Dream Ome True Fiber Farm. Happy farming, I love your place.


anotherkindofdrew
2/16/2010 7:36:55 PM

Welcome to the world of GRIT Shawn. I can't wait to hear more about your compound, er, I mean...um, house (hahahahaah) and what is has offered y'all that a more suburban area did not or could not. What a great adventure. Too cool.


Oz Girl
2/11/2010 1:39:38 PM

Dang typos and a too quick hit of the "enter" key.... I meant Hi ShawN. Sorry!