Dear ones, I made a new thing for you: The Unravelogue!
We (as in: my family and I) are trying to sell our tiny regenerative goat dairy farm because it's eating us alive, and we have nothing left to give. No money. No energy. Nothing.
If you're new here: Welcome! And yes, I do write books but I also make cheese, milk goats (but no longer), and run a farm on Gotland together with my family.
Tiramisu and her 2 kids
We’re now trying to shrink our life into the shoebox-sized chaos of an old camper, evade the next Nordic winter, and follow our gut across Southern Europe while writing wild stories, making cheese, living like nomads, and trying to fall in love with life again. For once, we'll not need meticulous day-to-day plans on how the hell we're going to pay the mortgage and feed the goats through winter while still being able to feed ourselves.
We don’t know yet if any of this will actually happen, and if we'll return to Gotland or stay on the road, or if we'll just take our old car to Ireland and hide somewhere in Kerry for a year.
All we have is:
A farm crusted with broken tools and melted dreams.
Exactly three humans (me, husband, teenage daughter) and one puppy.
No funds. Not even for new underwear. Everything has holes.
