The idea that one day I would be ditching my suburban wasteland and go and live in rural lands always gave me something to look forward to. Simple things such as being able to grab something from your car early in the mornin without giving close porximinity neighbors the oppotunity to spy on you, being abe to leave the curtains open, having room to store things and so much more. It has always been a goal of mine and was directly inspired by my infrequent times I go to my friends house who does live rurally. His driveway is long, his property is surround by trees so noone can really see in from outside. It truly showed me how much more stars you can see without light pollution, how peaceful the wordly sounds can truly be without air conditioners or loud engines. How could someone outweigh the disbenefits to all those wonderful benefits. Convienience of location , having to drive rather than be able to walk to places, is the biggest turn off to people when discussing wanting to live rurally. This distaste for a lack of convienience is directly linked to a cultural increase in short term gratification and dependancy on corporations and societal systems. If people put the smallest amount of planning into what they buy, they wouldn't find themselves running out of milk or bread or butter and needing a nearby convienence store to fulfill that. The truly good things in live are generally rooted in simplistic benefits that don't conform to the ungodly urges that regualrly infects our brain, but pushes us to subconsiously live in sustainable and humble ways. How could a man living in the most condensed urban city ever get to truly embrace the beauty and calmness of nature?

Fire. It entraces us and mysteriously lubricates late night discussion. Anything you throw into is eventually reduces to dust and helps to only reate more light and warmth and lengthens the time you spend around in. It allows you to experience the direct conjuration of energy from the overwhelming amounts of wood one can find. One day when commuting to the said friends house who only lives a few minutes drive outside of town (what an inconienience!), I found that many people were discarding of wooden branches they cut for the summer, they practically littered the side of the roads in the city. What I did is simply loaded my car with as much wood as would fit and was off to see my friend. This wood lasted us for quite a while and gave us warmth, a passage for conversation and an opportunity to cook food, all while surrounded by nature. I cannot express my excitement to one day be able to go into my backyard and start a fire as if it was nothing. If I attempt to start a fire in my backyard now, my mind would run rampant with images of bored neighbors calling the fire department (which has happened) and being uselessly fined in the process. There is so much free wood to be found, on the free section of classifieds websites shows people giving away free firewood from cut down trees and pallets, all can be converted into a tool of cozyness and cooking. The whole process of even starting and maintaining a fire is a fun process of patience. I see myself starting fires very frequently and reading or writing by them in order to unwind after a hard day of work.

In rural living, there are too many benefits to not choose definitively that I want to live in the country the second I am able to. I'll finally be able to breathe. I am trying not running away from the world, I am trying to see a truer state of it and hoping that other people will be able to enjoy that with me...

Where fires are had with firends...

An urban living space restricts us from the beauty of nature.