The answer to my question is that we have become entrenched here. Animals, a garden, our off the grid lifestyle, they have all contributed to rootedness and the inability to move out quickly.
If I’d foreseen this was the way it was going to be 20 years previously I would have been aghast. But now, I seem to have accepted the situation for what it is, totally fucked up. We are going to get out of here by May 15th. I’m putting my strong shoulder to the wheel and pushing hard.
I suspect that on our day of departure that we’ll get a few miles from home and recall something we’ve forgotten and have to go back and get it. Far better to remember to retrieve an item a mile down the road than 350 miles down the road.
Will we ever again be as mobile as we once were? This is really the question. The answer is no. But things could take another form. The key is going to be to find a reliable house sitter. The last time we headed out we had an unreliable house sitter. Now, this time around we still don’t have a house sitter, but we do have several prospects.
Right now the lack of a house sitter is our only missing link. It would be cool to find someone who we might call at a drop of a hat, and say “we’re taking off for the weekend. Can you come over and tend to the horses, goats, chickens, dogs, and alternative energy system?
“Yes,” this house sitter would say, adding “I’ll be over in 15 minutes. And I can stay as long as you like.”
Dreams do become real. You just have to tap your feet together three times and say “It’s possible to leave home.”
Next: 119.5/1/19: Not So Random Acts of Kindness reconsidered