For decades I've craved living in peace on my own land, far from neighbors, noise, traffic, and most of humanity.

This is all new to me.
​I'm moving to a patch of dirt with nothing on it. I'll need to build garages to store my things and a small shed to make into a tiny home. I'm creating this little off-grid compound in order to have a home base while I build my dream.
​Which I'll post about at a different time (hopefully).

​For now, here's what I'm bringing with me:

This girl is my muse. She's so inspiring. She's such a fearless and unapologetic creator. She's takes time to have fun and be happy in life. She finds beautiful moments every day. I admire that so much. I always get bogged down with survival stress that I forget to be in the now. I get so bogged down by society's lame narrative of 'follow the path' that I lose my joy. I'm learning more and more to get back to my inner weirdo and listen to her. I've never been able to hide her, so why did I try to for so many years? I just thought that if I worked the job and got the paycheck and felt like a normal person in society that life would be easier but, it ended up being way harder. So, now I'm doing the hard thing of listening to my heart and hoping in the end everything will be easier.