It really is. My Dad about fell on the floor when I finally took him up on his offer to give me 2 acres. He kept trying to get me to take it or money in the equivalent. I never did though, dont know why. But God works for us when we dont know why. My mobile home was my fall back plan, never really thought about moving to the country though. My dad told me, I was the last of his kids he ever thought he would see living out here. Yet I am camped out, 500ft from his house, and raising my chickens. So far I am loving it (except for the rainy cold mornings)