It might be true that another caravan, out to Texas this time at some unspecified future date, is the next step.

Or setting aside $133,576 and hoping that’s enough; or changing tack and committing to 76K worth of theory cabin instead.

Or breaking down and getting a job.

Or just wiping out one more chunk of debt.

Or just unfocusing on any future and just writing one more post, filming the first video of the year, going for a walk.

I don’t know right now.

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I dreamt of a new place, not 232 miles southeast in the perfect place, but more like 4, due west, in just a different one.

It was up in rocks that don’t exist, in a spot that somehow managed to not be within hearing of the interstate hiss, the rail line, or the middle of the river.

I was there unloading my yard tools, the rake, the shovel, the broom.

I’ve dreamt of a lot of things.

I’ve slept more than I would like, but I am rested.

I am learning to cope with an old house that is suddenly overcrowded.