"...Ironically enough, while broke, I spent some time thinking about what my ideal life would look like if I kept it within what I think is reason: and it's important for me to note that I'm telling you about the dull functionality of it, because the colors, settings, and how I would feel about the people around me that I see it all in are too fickle to be trifled with in improper expression.
Anyways it would include having a remote cabin (ideally that I could build over a couple years) starting the summer after I bought the land somewhere mountainous. If you want to be crazy in a clear alpine meadow. This place would be simple, land that could sustain food, three rooms, a lake within a hike, a big fireplace. Also, maybe a stockpile of supplies - for when some serious shit goes down.
Then I want the ability to travel internationally for at least two months each year, maybe every second year depending on how much I snowboard or in the case of going to Japan, an entire winter and spring - but only in the case that I could afford to spend the winter living like a ski travel writer, and the spring as a poor tourist.
I'd want a small place where I could call home that both needs work and that I could afford to work on somewhere in the city. This place would be fairly central and I could rent it while traveling. I wouldn't be too attached to it though, since I'd try to move around a lot. (I would just rather not totally waste money for however long I stay in one place.) The best parts about this place would be: that I could buy the loudest and highest of fidelity stereos and rarely let the music stop, the living room, the firepit, and the constant parade of people through it.
Where ever I am I want a large workshop, preferably about the size of a three car garage, where I would slowly build rat-rods that look and smell so dated you would assume getting vd would from the car would be as easy as starting it up. I'd fix old bikes, and build furniture - integrated units mostly. The first place I'd probably start with something like that would be in Calgary, anywhere from where I would make plans for one day having a winter home somewhere like fernie, but could anywhere in North America that's a lively ski town... it couldn't be the same as the cabin though, you could get here by car, and it would just exist to provide a perpetual crash pad in Cory Kyle (maybe Ian if he get back into snowboarding) and I's favorite ski town.
The best part is I came up with this whole scenario during a course to help me find out what kind of job i should do - i still have no idea"
It's kind of a recycled idea from what I had in career counseling - minus here I neglected to talk about how wasted the whole thing would be, how many motorcycle crashes, and how much general shit would happen.
Being honest I added the, "stockpile of supplies for when some serious shit goes down line," after the fact, because I was thinking about how when this happened, the mountains would probs be the only place I could hide from the climate wars without drowning in a pile of mutated zombies.
