It is football season, isn’t it?

When we began our property search, we had no idea how much 10 acres really was. I had grown up in what is now the suburbs of Virginia Beach, on a couple of acres surrounded by other properties of several acres and a river on one edge of my families land. It was then a Burrough of a county, more of less rural. As I grew up in that home, many housing developments were built along the road back to our home and when I was in high school, the area consolidated to become the City of Virginia Beach.
While looking for land, we started with the idea of about 10 acres and looked at a log home development in southwest Virginia where each lot was 5 to 10 acres. It was not what we had envisioned. The plot we ended up purchasing for our log retirement home ended up just a fraction under 30 acres.
A year after the purchase, I moved to a university town near where we were building and took the lead counselor job at the high school in the adjacent town. After a year on that job, I was asked if I would consider taking on a counseling intern for a semester and after refusing the first time I was ask, I accepted the following year. My first intern was from the region I had moved from and he was a city kid and a football player at the university. He said he had no concept of how big 30 acres was. I could relate to that, as we had tried to visual it in suburban blocks in our neighborhood. By this time, I was living in our new home and had the idea to relate the size of our property to something that he could relate to, so I told him that our land was roughly 22 1/2 football fields with end zones. This amazed him and his reaction amused me.
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