Hey there everybody! To get my adventure on Steemit rolling, I'm going to be sharing the wife/female perspective of 
Our story really began in Ohio where we were both born and raised. We met when we were 15 and 16, dated, fell in love and got married.
There's a fantastic high school sweetheart story behind all of that, but for now I'll jump eleven years forward to when we decided that a mediocre life in suburbia just wasn't cutting it. By this point we lived in Kenosha, Wisconsin. We had relocated for a job, and without the comfort of family literally five minutes away, we had our first taste of what it feels like to be fully dependent on the Lord and each other. Soon enough our season in Kenosha felt like it was coming to an end, and we began praying for the next stage of our lives. This led us to the southern Ozarks of Missouri. If we had thought we were on our own in Wisconsin, it was nothing compared to what we faced here.
When we arrived, we had a moving truck full of all our "essential" belongings...it was the largest moving truck we could get. We immediately rented a storage unit, the biggest one they had, and spent a whole day unloading. Our idea was to just get into country, but with a couple prospects on land, the work was almost done! And then...all of those fell through. So now we felt homeless, and every night we had to pay for a hotel room felt like we were literally throwing money right out the window. But one sunny afternoon, we sat on a park bench, because parks are free, and we looked through yet another realtor ad....then we saw it! A small two liner describing a bit of land with electric and well. It was like the clouds had parted! We called, made an offer and had immediate occupancy! We weren't homeless anymore! The only catch...it had no inhabitable living structure...just a shack with a fallen tree through it surrounded by forest. So we slept in our Suburban and learned to pee outside.
The next few weeks I learned how to properly cook on an open fire, and hand wash our clothes. We bought a small tent to store our bags.
Our days were spent cutting down trees, the Yeti with his chainsaw and I with my hand saw.
We chopped, dragged, hauled, and plotted until what we imagined was finally coming into focus.
Every night, exhausted and smelling like camp fire, we would crawl back into the Suburban where I would fall fast asleep and Chad would draw out our design for the house he was about to build me.
Stay tuned to for Beginning of a dream part 2.5, and check out Beginning of a dream part 1 with