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Simplify: living on a ranch in Texas
Maybe you're stuck in a rut. Maybe you've accumulated 6 weeks of roll-over vacation days because the company has downsized and you're doing the work of 4 people. So maybe you oughta use some of those days before they call you in to the boss's office at 4:45 on a Friday after your email mysteriously went blank. Hey, waitaminnit.....
So maybe take a lil time off. Or alotta time.
A vacation? Are you nuts? Go to Dizzknee Land and come back to 1,256 emails?
Or just downsize.
Insert quote from the song Luckenbach, Texas here.
Do you need two sinks in the master bedroom? Do you need that guest room where the Soloflex sits sadly draped in acid-washed jeans that don't fit y'all anymore?
Downsize. Off the grid. "Goodbye, city life!" Just do it. I did it. Big whoop.
So it's hike time. Sometimes I can't believe I've gone from a high-rise NYC penthouse, to a little brownstone farther out of the city, to Austin, to a small town in Texas, to here. In a couple of years. My friends in New York said i'd be back in a week. Anyway, I'm listening to birds chirp, I just fed the outdoor kitties. The fog is lifting, and I'm going for a walk. Dogs are asleep so I can probably sneak out without them, which makes for a more vigorous walk and less sniffing and peeing and stopping. Not me, them.
Jack the donkey is doing his morning donkey sounds. I got up at 6, which of course means I'm turning ( have turned) into an old lady. Crow bars and cranes couldn't get me moving before 9:30 am not long along ago.
Anyway, when I was twenty, I was probably coming home at this hour, doing the "walk of shame" and then a few years later I was sleeping till 11 on Sunday to make up for 6-day 14-hour stints at the ol' salt mine advertising agency.
Anyway, getting out of the rat-trace? I'd highly recommend it. I used to think it was "giving up" on success, and just being lazy and walking away from ambition. I guess I had to get older to see that isn't true. I had the corner office and all that goes with it, which I suppose I needed to prove to myself that I could have.
But did it make me happy? I suppose so. Do the little bird chirps and sunsets make me happy now? Sure thing. Am I still sarcastic and cynical? You bet. Do I fracking miss good pizza? Hells yes.
What a long strange trip it's been.
I think going green, cheap, and on the down-low is where people are headed, at least alot (there, I said it again,Katharella!) of the people I know. New York City ain't the kind of place to raise your kids; in fact it's cold as hell-- to paraphrase Elton John. All my girlfriends who became mommies left New York soon after Jr. was born. And kept putting more miles bewtween them and good ol' Times Square. I don't blame 'em. I can't even imagine having a kid without being a bazillionaire there. Subway+stroller=nervous breakdown.
I envy those hubbers hubbing about off the grid, and I think it's a great idea for so many reasons. You guys are an inspiration, I mean it.