People often idolize my life

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I talk to people with families and homesteads and they often idolize my life of traveling, riding trail, camping and kayaking in state and national forests. How I do so much on my own, how I manage to get away and travel so much without a home, a family or livestock to look over.

I mean they’re not wrong but at the same time I do wish I had a place to call home, something more permanent than a moldy apartment and a two or three night stand in the wilderness. But I know what I would have to give up to have a place called home.

Truth is basically what I want is a hunting cabin 🏚️

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When I look at houses, it’s really the hunting camps that appeal to me but few are close enough to work. You know that red painted red plywood dry cabin in the woods with an outhouse and maybe a few solar panels. No central heat, just a woodstove. And indoor plumbing just somehow Jerry-rigged together.

I have the money, I could buy a hunting cabin if I wanted to. Maybe I should have looked more at that cabin on acerage that was available in Rennselaerville but has long since sold. But new properties keep popping up. But could I even live there full time? Or would I have to continue to rent a dump in the city for weekdays? And do I want to buy in New York State and be tighted to the shit government and the bad gun laws?