By Logan Jackson March 25, 2025
Hello, it’s me, Logan Jackson. I’m a Traditional Catholic, 45 years young, and currently calling West Georgia home. But my heart’s set on Central Alabama, where I hope to plant some roots in the near future.
You see, I grew up with my hands in the soil, tending gardens and caring for farm animals. It was a time when helping with the harvest wasn’t just a chore, it was a way of life. And oh, the memories I have of those harvest seasons! My absolute favorites were spent in my grandmother’s kitchen. We’d transform the garden’s bounty into jars of tomato sauce, homemade ketchup, spicy salsa, and rows of canned green beans, beets, and an assortment of jams and jellies. Those days, filled with the warm, comforting smells of cooking and the gentle rhythm of preserving, shaped me in ways I’ll always cherish.
For years, I’ve felt this pull, this longing to get back to those roots. To rediscover the simple joy of canning, baking fresh bread, and creating things from scratch. I even dipped my toes into the culinary world for a year, attending culinary school, but an illness unfortunately forced me to withdraw.
Life took me on a bit of a detour. I earned my General Studies degree from Liberty University in 2011, and then my Masters in Public Administration from the University of Phoenix in 2013. That led me to Dallas, Texas, where I worked for the University of Phoenix. But even there, amidst the city lights, my heart yearned for the quiet rhythm of a more grounded life.
Then, in 2016, I lost my grandmother, and I moved back to Georgia. Returning to my childhood home felt like a homecoming, a gentle nudge back to the life I knew I was meant to live. But life, as it often does, had other plans, and in 2020, I had to sell the house and move to Atlanta.
Those two years in Atlanta, though, they solidified something in me. I realized I wanted to live tiny, to simplify, to get back to the basics. I wanted to grow my own food, to know exactly what I was putting into my body. That’s when my dream of living in a tiny house took root.
In 2022, that dream came true, and I moved into my tiny house conversion. It’s been the most wonderful experience, and I can’t imagine ever going back. But my journey isn’t over. I still dream of the day I can grow my own food, harvest it, and preserve it, just like my grandmother taught me.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you’ll join me as I continue this journey, sharing my passions and dreams along the way. I’m so glad you’re here.