Our homesteading journey began with self-sufficiency and a dream, but it evolved through loss and social media fameOur homesteading experiment began before tradwives, before Donald Trump, before Covid-19. It was the summer of 2015 when we were all sure no one would vote for a former reality TV star. I was 25 years old and desperate for a security blanket, working a sales job and looking for excuses not to return to college.My husband, Patrick, and I had talked about farming since our first date. We wanted goats. At his 2-acre property in a quiet suburb of Portland, Maine, we kept a few chickens and a scrawny vegetable garden. Continue reading...
The author's homesteading journey, initially driven by self-sufficiency, evolved into social media fame, coinciding with the rise of "farmer tradwives." The author observed a shift within the homesteading community towards exclusion and right-wing politics, while also experiencing the isolating demands of the lifestyle. Ultimately, the author quit homesteading, finding more fulfillment in a less isolated, semi-urban environment.
