Dreams

I'll own a few dozen acres of land. Wooded land, with trails for hiking, quads, and dog sledding. There will be plenty of streams and a path to a lake, for swimming and fishing. There will be a little dock to keep my boat. The water will be clean and full of big, fat fish.

There will be a little cottage hidden within the acres. Nothing too elaborate: just a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, den, and office. With a porch for drinking coffee at sunrise, beers at sunset.

Behind the cottage there will be a garden, full of vegetables and fruit. A couple chickens will be pecking around it, keeping it free of insect invaders. The safety of their little coop will be nearby, should a fox come prowling. At the edge of the garden will be a bee hive and a worm compost, each with their own special duties -- keeping my garden blooming.

This dream isn't too far-fetched. It's actually very attainable. Who knew being completely secluded and more self-reliant could be so affordable. No, I get it, it's not something most people want. But I do. So much so, I get anxious just thinking about.

One day, it will come true.