It started as a late-night joke between two exhausted parents surrounded by laundry, dishes, and sleeping kids: “What if we just… left?” That question turned into a quiet but radical plan. Over three years, they slowly untangled themselves from the life they thought they had to live—jobs, bills, expectations—and bought a rugged piece of land far from the noise.
Their new life wasn’t glamorous. The first night was spent in sleeping bags, surrounded by frogs and wind. Winters were brutal. Pipes froze, mice invaded, and doubts crept in. But spring brought wildflowers, a handmade greenhouse, and something deeper: peace. They weren’t escaping life. They were trying to live it on their terms—filtering rainwater, planting tomatoes, letting the sun and soil guide their days. People called them crazy. But for the first time, they felt sane.
