An acquaintance once asked what I thought about urban homesteading.
“I mean, come on,” she said. “Urban homesteading?” The term rolled off her tongue with sarcasm and judgement. She’d grown up on a farm—like her parents and grandparents—and then she’d gone and married a farmer. Farm life was in her blood.
“Urban homesteading. For real?” The long time farm girl was not convinced.
Now, I’m what you’d call a rural homesteader. I live in the country on a dirt road that goes through a river. We own five acres but are surrounded by fields of corn. We’ve got two barns with various animals inside. We also have gardens, grapevines, a raspberry patch, apple trees, and a tiny corn field to call our own.
But—plot twist—due to some things I’m involved with, I’ve been spending a lot more time in the city.
In the city, there is noise. And traffic. And pavement everywhere. People move along, shoulder to shoulder, blending easily into a crowd. Did I mention there is noise? And so. many. people? Yes. Well, here’s what I think.
I think the desire and ability to grow a tomato in the midst of all of that is nothing short of amazing.
It’s beautiful. It’s peaceful. It connects you to the ground you stand on. And there isn’t a single reason in the world I can think of that supports the notion that someone growing 40 tomato plants is somehow more awesome than someone who only has room to grow four.
Urban homesteading is different.
In the city, my oldest son commented that the feel of his shoes on pavement all day was “different”. He said his feet actually moved differently on tar than they did on the gravel and grass at home.
Notice my son said it was different. He didn’t say worse. He didn’t say bad. He just said different.
Things don’t have to be the same to be worthy and valid. Things can be different without being worse or fake or less than or wrong.
This is why being able to have 4 chickens is a big deal. This is why containers bursting with pepper plants or basil are important. This is why folks in the city can proudly call themselves urban homesteaders—because they are working so hard to do something different than what surrounds them.
So while some homesteaders on 40 or 400 acres, living off grid and grinding their own wheat might use the term urban homesteading with air quotes and a sarcasm font, I say no.
Growing a pumpkin or raising a few chickens in the midst of pavement and people is something to celebrate.
Urban homesteading is real and valid and worthy.
Folks in the country don’t get to have some sort of monopoly on baking bread or growing kale or raising chickens or DIY solar projects. The information is there for anyone. The experience is there for the taking—you may just have to tweak it a bit according to how close your neighbors live to you.
I may have to walk further from my front door to get to my chicken coop than those who live in the city. My main garden is bigger than some urban homesteaders’ front yards. Does that mean I’m a better homesteader? Does it somehow qualify me as a real homesteader?
No. It just means my neighbors are sparse and I can see the stars a little more easily at night.
And yes, while having more space to work with means I might be able to experience more things or do things on a larger scale, it also (oddly enough) can make me complacent to the fact that I have more space.
Urban homesteading means you have limited space to work with, but it also means you learn to use it in amazingly creative ways. Sometimes when you have more space (ahem—rural homesteaders), you are less creative about what you could do with it.
And yes, there are people partaking in urban homesteading who can come off as know-it-alls because they read two blog posts about growing snap peas, and somehow they’re now an expert. But, in all honesty, their attitude has nothing to do with where they live. I’ve met know-it-all rural homesteaders, too. Both are equally annoying, and in large doses, could ruin the homesteading community.
Urban homesteading matters.
So what do I really think about urban homesteading? I think it’s pretty darn amazing. I think the same thing of rural homesteading, and every kind of homesteading in between.
I think homesteading in general is miraculous and that our job as homesteaders is to support and encourage each other regardless of whether we’re surrounded by corn…or pavement.