live in a cabin in the woods.

We are going to the family cabin in Cook’s Forest this week-end.
I love to just sit in the creek and watch the water.
It is restful…..except for the packing up to get there then the pack up to leave, followed by the unpacking.

Which is why I need to just move there permanently..

I know now that my husband no longer plans to do this when we retire.
He will never live far from our daughter’s grave.
I understand but I don’t feel the same.
He visits very often. And that’s what he needs to do for him.
I do not go but once a month at best.
I have always looked forward to a time in my life when I can be out somewhere quiet and simple. Some days, the only thing that makes me continue through the now is the vision of my next.
I need my next to be a time for what I want. Selfish? probably.

I’ve decided to keep this dream for myself.
I will have my life as I please. I will live as I chose at some point for cryin’ out loud!

Maybe that means…me in the foothills and he in the city.
Two homes in our latter years.
With us free to wander back and forth between to two as we wish.

I’m thinking my cabin in the woods needs a chicken coop with about a half dozen hens. I have never raised chickens before but it just seems to make sense. When I think of me, older and going about my day at the cabin, it just seems right that there should be a coop with me feeding the hens and gathering eggs.
My grandfather kept hens here in town but that was in the early seventies. Nobody does that in the city here anymore.
I’ve spent a good part of my evening surfing around and learning about breeds and care and such…

Been playing around on this site
designing my cabin…..
http://www.floorplanner.com/dashboard

great daydreaming, possibilities!

on-line for property that fits what I have in mind.
Even though I’m not ready to make this happen.
I just like to dream.

more about this goal. Seems like since I spent time re-evaluating whether to leave it or remove, I’ve realized how much I want this for my future. I’ve even started going on-line and looking at property near where I want to move to. Maybe I’ll buy land and build; maybe I’ll find the right cabin/camp already waiting for me.

no carpeting in my cabin

So I’ve been spending alittle time each day now, picturing my cabin in my head. The creek in the back with a cozy sitting spot where I can laze away a warm autumn afternoon. The vegetable patch right outside the kitchen door. The quilts in the guest bedroom waiting for my future grandchildren to sleep under.

And my dog, of course. Now, what kind should it be….....?
Something to think about.

this one is also a very, very long way off. I will most likely not realize this dream until I retire.
BUT
I love this goal sooooo much; I can’t bear to remove it.
I like dreaming and editing my cabin utopia too much. I don’t write about it much at all but I like seeing it here. Esp. when I don’t feel like working any more.
So it stays.

I lived in a cabin in the woods for six months in 1991, without electricity or running water—and it was one of the richest and most enlightening times of my life! Yes, I had a job to sustain the necessities (took home $500 a month). Most of my free time was spent chopping wood, bathing in the river, carrying water from a spring, building a fire to cook on, fishing, writing letters and poetry, and observing my brilliant surroundings. I met my wonderful wife during those gentile times and wrote her love letters by lamplight, or sometimes by moonlight on the bank of the river. It’s been nearly 16 years since I left my little refuge, but I’ll always treasure the memories. Very much worth doing.