How the "Moscow storytellers" bought the House in the Village, realizing their old dream of being "out of reach" in big cities

How to move from city to country. Moving stories, what difficulties we had to face. On the pros and cons of suburban life. Our subscriber shared her story with us.

My husband and I have long and persistently dreamed of leaving Moscow for a distant small village. We planned to have several chickens, a couple of piglets and a goat, to grow a vegetable garden - to provide ourselves with more part of organic products, lead a calm, measured life and breathe really clean air.

We are tired of big cities with their bustle, smog and garbage outskirts. We traveled a lot of them, since the work was connected with business trips. I am a hydrogeologist, my husband is a drilling foreman. They lived in hotels, and hostels, and tents, and rented apartments, and, in general, in drilling trailers. Rich traveling experience suggested that we would be most comfortable in our own home, away from big cities.

We found our house on the Internet. We searched for a long time, chose a region, direction and house, with parameters that suit us. As soon as they saw the yellow-burgundy-lilac-blue miracle, they fell in love with it. Friends call it a "gingerbread" house.

We realized our dream in the 13th year: we called, agreed with the owners about viewing and, a trip to The Yaroslavl region and the acquaintance with our future HOUSE pleasantly surprised us and surpassed all our expectations!

The plot of land on which the house stands - 20 acres - is already good! The house is solid, truly rustic: a large porch, a veranda, an entrance hall, a kitchen 10 m, 4 rooms, a workshop for her husband, a light house (summer room), a cattleman, a woodshed and a dry underground floor to boot. And, of course, the Dutch oven with fresh masonry is almost new. Plus a garage, a bathhouse and its own well, water from which is supplied to the house: there is hot and cold in the shower and in the kitchen. Yes... I almost forgot: another nice gazebo and a small pond with crucians!

We almost did not hesitate: the documents for the sale were ready, the deal was formalized, the required amount was paid and the day of the move was set at the end of May.

Since we bought the house with all the contents, we only had to take dishes from the city, personal belongings, different rags (bed linen, for example) and my beloved cat named Red. Anton, my brother's friend, took us and all our belongings to our destination in his van. We agreed for reasonable money. There were no special problems with the move, they only worried about Red, because the cat was nervous and strove to jump out along the road.

That's how we left Moscow and moved to live in a small village in the Yaroslavl region of our vast Motherland. What are we glad and satisfied with.

By the way, after 2-3 days, having met the neighbors, we heard the question from many people: “Why are you here in the wilderness, in the village?”. The answer was: "Live freely!" Residents made an interesting conclusion: they say, Muscovites have seen enough stupid advertising. And since then we have been nicknamed "Moscow storytellers". This is how we live to this day. Only this klikuha, after 2-3 years, somehow fell off by itself.

If you liked my story, leave a click or write in the comments. In the following stories I will tell you how we settled down, got used to and took root in the local life of modern life in the countryside