Farming.
People actually farm. Like they plant corn and shit. Hundreds of acres of little plants on which they base their entire budget. Odd.
And yet, being out in the middle of nowhere is pretty fucking awesome. The air is better; the clouds are better; the sunset is better; the silence is unbearably beautiful.
And a nice porcelain bathtub, outside, filled with cold water from a hose (after it has warmed up a bit) is an added bonus. Literally SUNBATHING feels amazing (especially when no one can see me, so it doesn't matter what I am or am not wearing).
I don't know if I'm the type of person who could live in isolation like that, but a mini vacation now and again is priceless. Having access to three-wheelers and motorcycles and cocktails - playing guitar in the back of a '69 Chevy - these are all game-changers too - feels like freedom on a completely different level. Freedom TO and freedom FROM. Both are important.
So, I'll be a day tripper like The Beatles for now. When days start to blend into each other in the summer, and I don't know the day of the week, my quality of life improves. I'll drink it in.
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