“What’s in a name,” Mr. Shakespeare once asked. “Good question,” I reply.
I’ve been calling the building on my property a shed or a barn interchangeably since I bought the land in June. As of Friday night, it’s a cabin.
I slept there Friday night.
A shed is a place to store things. A barn has much the same role. But a cabin is a dwelling, where people eat, drink and sleep. And I have done all three there.
It’s my cabin. In the woods.
It’s not pretty. And it’s pretty drafty and got too cold for me to comfortably stay there Saturday night, but that’s all fixable. It will be replaced over the next year. But for now, I have a place of my own once again. I could stay there if I had to.
I’ll never forget the feeling in 1993, when, at the age of 35, I bought my first house. Mine. Not the landlord’s. That’s when I discovered that cutting grass isn’t as much a chore when it’s your own grass.
That feeling is back now. It only gets better from here.
Keep going it’s looking good. It’s like buying an old camp and then fixing it up. The end product is always nice.
My wife and I bought some property back in 2012, all wooded. We finally managed to get a bard built this year. so we kind know the process you going through. It’s a lot of work, but very gratifying and worth ti in the long run. The Flag is a really nice touch.