This is my father’s humble home! The house is newer, but the land was farmed by my granddad and dad (and their siblings) since the early 1900’s. There were cows, horses, goats, hogs, chickens, dogs, and of course vegetables and flowers. Farming is what helped them survive the Great Depression, raise their families, and continue up to 2013 when my father sold the last goats. It really is a special place where time seems to stop and stress falls away.
The house is close to nearby beaches, so I grew up fishing and crabbing locally. There are also Neuse River cruises, nice restaurants, bird watching, hiking, and so on close by, but not so close as to ruin the scenic farm-life appeal of my father's home.