Want to Get Away?

Lately I have been contemplating what it would be like to live in a remote cabin far away from other people. I am not necessarily a misanthrope or even antisocial. I enjoy other people immensely in small doses. I do my best to contribute to society and to not fuck up the part that I touch. I just really value the serenity or solitude. I think for a couple of months out of the year, let’s say 11, it would be beneficial and deeply satisfying to indulge my desire to get away. I think of all of the writing I could do, the routines I could fall into, and the bliss of being free from the restraints and obligations that life with other people imposes. I am not a big fan of Thoreau and what he did is not what I want to do. There are certain comforts that I require. Of course I would need some satellite TV and radio, some high speed internet, and a truckload of money to fulfill this dream. Dreams are almost always modified or put off indefinitely because of money aren’t they? The only legal ways I know of to get the amount of money required to buy or rent a cabin, ensure all of my bills are paid, stock the cabin with everything I will need, and cover the lost income during my disappearance is to either win the lottery, which I don’t play, or to write a bestselling something. I will not go into the illegal ways because I don’t want my blog to be used as evidence against me should it come to that, but let’s just say they are about as likely of happening as the legal ways. It is a nice dream, and maybe someday some version of it will come to be. For now, I will stay here with my satellite TV and radio, my high speed internet, a truckload of obligations and restraints, and my feet firmly planted on the wheel I must turn to keep it all going.