move to the woods

I am simplifying my to-do list on 43things.com. This is yet another goal that has to go. Sure, it would be nice to live in the woods like Thoreau in Walden, but I have to reassess the situation now. It is not like I am really going to do it anyway. I can fantasize about it all I want, but I know how harsh nature can be and it doesn’t care so much about you. I have to be realistic. I am not Chris McCandless. And I do not want to suffer his fate. Eating a moldy seed or something that inhibited his digestions is a terrible way to go. And why did he go to Alaska? So fucking cold up there. I would go to the tropics. Whatever. I’m done with this goal.

I need to escape from Suburbia. That place is so homogeneous I cannot stand it anymore. The natural feeling of the woods is what soothes my spirit. This is how I hope to acquire nice things. Nice things in my mind, inner peace and unconditional love. See my [insert arbitrary number here] things to see what I intend to pursue. You may like it, you may not. All that matters is that you accept it.

Living in the country/woods, no more suburbs