I Know Where I Want to Go

There comes a time when life becomes weighty and quite unmanageable as it is lived. When one feels like every day is a battle that can never be coped with as it stands, let alone won. When loved ones are as a millstone around one’s neck and finding comfort in their presence is not doable. That can lead one to feeling like a hermitage is desperately needed to preserve what is left of one’s soul and sanity.

I want to have a secluded spot to go absent other humankind. I do desire creature comforts of a sort: electricity, cell service, running water, and a cat or two. The problem is how to afford these luxuries as a poor senior citizen with very limited resources and few friends who have any access to such habitats.