so i tend to romanticize pretty much every other job than the one im currently on. im reading this book entitled, 'see you in a hundred years' and its more or less awesome. its about this couple that lives in new york city that decides to buy a farm in virginia and live on a self-sufficient farm as if it were 1900 for about a year. i would like to do this. i daydream all the time about living on a farm in a communal set-up pretty much all the time now (the communal part isnt a part of the book). im sure its not all cream cheese and frosted mini wheats, but still, im so sold on the idea.
if not a farm, perhaps rehabbing an abandoned building, setting up a communal garden, running a vocational center/micro-brewery/place where people work in their field of interest. it would be so great.
i had an 'interview' with habitat for humanity. they are hiring now and they just got a grant to go green. i think i would like this job. i hate to admit, but its hard for the change in salary and security not to weigh heavily on the decision. on the other hand its tough for the image of doing something that has 'meaning' not to carry too much weight too. i am volunteering and shadowing with habitat on saturday, so we'll see how it goes after that. it may interrupt my timeframe of quitting around october to hang out and go to india for a while, but its exciting none the less.
man, its been a while since ive had to make a large decision. sigh
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yeah i know what you mean, like... shag now or shag later?
tough call.
frosted mini wheats and cream cheese! i should have tried that when you did.
there's a fairly large structure for sale down the street for me. I think it could be converted into a great commune.
A large part of my heart is sold on this idea slash "dream." I would love to live in a "commune" with you and everyone I know even though it would be so hard. I think I would need a private nook somewhere for Bill and I to escape to at times. And I don't mean just for sex. I mean just to be alone. Sometimes our house feels like a commune because there are always people over. I wonder about the reality of this dream that so many people have and where it stems from. If we lived in some time and place where we all built our clay houses nestled under the sun together, we wouldn't need to dream of farms and communes. We'd have a real society that depended on each other for goods, skills, etc. Sigh!
P.S. Not to say that the current society we live in it not real or that we don't depend on eachother for those things. It's just...different.
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