Sometimes, I watch out my window at the squirrels and birds and feel as if I'm a lucky guy. I've been thinking of leaving Alaska. Not that I don't love this place but that the cost of living here is just getting higher and higher.
Nonetheless, I won't leave because of one thing. Fear, fear of being homeless if I should sell this place and leave. I know I'll never get enough to purchase a new place completely if I ever should leave this one.
So, I'am here until the Creator calls me I guess or my ship sails up the Badger Slough. I kind of doubt as that will ever happen.