I want to go to there

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Can I just live there? In a beautiful cabin, with vines climbing up the sides, and trees all around? I don’t know how many midwives people need out in the middle of nowhere woods, but it just looks like such a nice place to live.

It’s always been a dream of mine to build my own house. When I was a kid my parents’ friends built a cabin, and I remember visiting while it was still a work in progress, and the stairs were still exposed, and it had rained, and so they were slippery, and I had my hands cupped around a newt, and fell off. I was shorter then, so I don’t know how far a fall it actually was, but it was pretty high, and I  scared the bejeezus out of my friend (I was primarily concerned for the newt, who emerged unscathed). Slippery stairs aside though, I want to live in a cabin. I just discovered freecabinporn.com today, and it’s killing me with cabin-envy. You can tell just from looking at the pictures that the rooms all have that great woody smell. I think it would be very nice to live off in the woods, and step out of time, so that you forget when you live until you want some modern medicine, and boom! there it is. I’d like to grow my own food, and raise chickens, and maybe make my own maple syrup, and have an outdoorsman husband who knows how to make furniture (and how to do a lot of other stuff, because I don’t really have the skills to build a house or grow crops. I could learn, but I would need someone to teach me, which is where partnering up with a non-amateur would come in handy). It wouldn’t be ideal forever, since it’s one thing for two adults to live out their My Side of the Mountain fantasies, it’s another to bring kids into that equation. Kids should be around other kids, and live in a place with good schools, and while I may joke about hating teenagers and sending them to boarding school, I wouldn’t actually send my children away, even if popular fiction tells me that it will greatly increase their chances of having magical adventures.

A few years ago I was sitting on my bed with my friend, talking about all the shiny things we would accomplish, just for fun, not in any seriousness, and she pointed out that as nice as it sounded at the time, those pretty pictures I was painting would probably never happen, because it would be too expensive. I don’t actually remember what sort of things I was describing, but when I was 18 I wanted to be a counselor for former child soldiers in Africa, so it was presumably that kind of thing, which she’s right, probably doesn’t pay enough to keep up with malaria pills, let alone trips back to the States for Christmas. I’m not always very realistic when it comes to the adventures I want to have, but I think my refusal to let things like common sense get in the way contributes more to an exciting life than focusing on the obstacles. Of course, it’s easy for me to take that position, since it lines up with what I want to think, and being practical might actually be a better route for lining ducks up in a row and achieving things. The solution is probably a happy medium (Sigh. Isn’t it always?), but dreaming is way more fun than shooting things down (even though shooting things down can also be a lot of fun). Besides, if my expensive education results in crushing debts, I might just run off to the wilderness and live off the land à la Alexander Supertramp, to heck with responsibility (…except in this scenario I don’t die of starvation. I said it’s more fun when reality doesn’t get in the way, darn it!).

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About turntowardsthesun

I'm a 23 year old Smith College grad, living in Buffalo, NY, and trying to figure out my life. I love to cook, and craft, and work out, and this blog follows my adventures while I do all of those things and more. Enjoy!

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  1. I think it’s good to know what kind of life you want to live and what kind of person you want to be, even if those plans evolve as you get older and your life circumstances change. It’s a useful thought exercise. Anyway, Jim and Alice didn’t live in the cabin year-round, I’m pretty sure it was a summer home, so it’s not really a matter of choosing between your children going to school and having a rural escape. Although the chickens might present an obstacle.

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