On settling down 🏡 👨🏻‍🌾🐐 👩🏻‍🌾

I really like my freedom and ability to do what I want, without much attachment. Yet, I often feel like it would be nice to have somebody to fall back on, to spend time with. At times I do feel a bit lonely, especially during the winter months when I’m stuck at home.

A times I’ve thought about settling down. But girls are expensive and there is a cost to losing one’s freedom. Much like the homestead, I would miss my weekends in the wilderness and traveling. I get that you don’t have to give everything up to have a girl friend to spend all your time and homeownership doesn’t require owning goats, yet still there is reality and realizing such thing require such dependencies.

Truth is though I love my time in wilderness, riding trail, camping, smoking pot the big trucks, and as much as swear about it, my cold diapolated apartment in suburbs. The idea of having a house to maintain or a practical 20-year old Honda Civic to drive to the suburban office complex just rubs me the wrong way. Though I’m well aware these days can’t last forever, and I’m getting old.

The truth is a one legged stool is awful wobbly, as much as I like those days in wilderness, it’s hard to not have anyone really to fall back on. And my apartment is such a dump, and the city buses are dirty and slow. Most people find it hard to believe that at my point in the career I’m still living in same dumpy old apartment I rented when I first graduated college, and still biking or busing it to work every day, even though my office is far from downtown and an easy commute. But my true love still remains the wilderness.