Change is a good thing though. Just because an old way of living is coming to a close doesn’t mean the future is a bad thing. I enjoyed the travel in my younger days, but I look forward to driving home, starting a fire in the woodstove, cooking dinner on it before retiring to the rocking chair for a while with a book then heading to bed early. Where energy really matters, it’s the wood you chop and what your solar panels have stored in the batteries. A finite quantity, something to avoid over depleting. Where warmth is real. I look forward a life based on reality rather than escape.

Too much of my first forty one years was about escaping – traveling to get away from a life of forever riding elevators. Dreaming about a distant future while same song played over and over. You know driving two hours on a Friday night to provide a bit of relief in a two or three days in the wilderness. I’m not saying it wasn’t fun, or I didn’t get to visit awesome places, but it really was just a temporary high and it wasn’t home. Even if you visit the same place on your travels repeatedly, it’s hard to get to know it like your piece of land.

A lot of people idolized my old life, and it was a nice trip but like all things must come to end.