Official weigh-in: 201# Damnit
Wisconsin, 2022 | Hunt.Gather.Love.
I like this blog because she makes me think. One of the things that she's made me consider is finding a place where "I want to plant trees." In other words, a place where I will be there long enough to see a tree mature. I'm much closer, now, than I ever was in Maryland.
But this one is also very pertinent to finding a perminant home. I have a lot of dreams- to be a novelist, to own a self-sufficient ranch, to know my land well enough to live off of it, to become a horse-packer. But in a world where a judge can tell us that we don't have the right to feed ourselves, what's the point of building a healthy, sustainable ranch? It's not like having a deed to the land means it can't be taken away. If I write what I want to write- how long until no one will publish it because it's not safe? I want to be able to take care of myself. Just myself. But it is very hard to do that these days, and only going to get harder.
I freely admit that I'm good at finding the worst in a situation and could qualify as somewhat paranoid. However- just because you're not paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you, ya know?
Of course- just because I can see how it can go badly doesn't mean I'm not going to try anyway. In between bouts of apathy brought about by how ugly this world has gotten.