I went on a hiking trip a couple weeks ago and went the wrong way again
. This time I read the map wrong, turned off the trail in the wrong place and didn't realize my mistake until I was on the wrong summit. Which was one I had done a few years ago from a different direction.
And with that, I am coming to realize on this perfectly bluebird day in the middle of fall foliage season, on which in previous years I would feel guilty staying inside posting on the internet, that I have gotten out of the Colorado mountains all I will ever need to get out of them. There are always more outings I can go on here and hundreds more mountains I can climb, but my 425th 13,000-plus foot peak will not provide me with much more marginal utility than my 424th did. I'd just be checking another box off a list. Isn't that the behavior I find so unenlightened in others? The whole "go to college, get job, work hard, get promoted, marry, buy house, fill house with shit, breed, be stuck in job because you have all this shit to pay for, raise kids so they can repeat the same stuff as you" list, I mean. I call it the "life treadmill" and see it with most friends and relatives around my age. We do all this work... just so our kids can, so that their
kids can? What the actual fuck, as they say on Reddit, is the exit strategy? That's one reason why I hit Ctrl-Alt-Del on my life nine years ago and moved out here. You know why I'm not climbing Lizard Head? Because I'm not obligated to. (OK, it's also the hardest 13er. Point stands.)
I'm not scheming and screaming to get out of here like I did with Chicago, but the mountains are calling, and I must go somewhere else. I keep reminding myself: Living here was never, ever meant to be permanent.
Those of you who stalk my presence here (hah!) will have observed me frequently posting about real estate in recent months. Looking back this was simply part of the deliberation. It started a couple months ago in an attempt to knock a couple hundred bucks off my monthly housing cost
. But soon I understood I was aiming too low. Why not be as cheap as possible
? Why not reduce it to zero
? Everyone else is making money AirBnBing;
why not me? Are there risks I'm only beginning to appreciate
, or are approaching the wrong way?
So within a few months, if the bottom doesn't fall out of the stock market, I plan to start looking at houses/condos with the intent of paying in cash. From what I see, I can get all the space I need, at initial and ongoing costs I can comfortably afford, and most importantly in a place I would be thrilled to live. Wanted
to live, even. Like here, it's in a touristy area, where people take vacations to get away from the city, which again raises the question of why not live there all the time if it's so nice. If I wanted I would be able to rent out the place for days, weeks or seasons at a time while I travel elsewhere. This could include a whole summer, while I travel back out here and beyond, hopefully rejuvenated, refocused and less concerned about staying under 4%.
And yeah, "buy house" is on that life treadmill, but not the way I'd be doing it.
Scoreboard to come tomorrow after the numbers for September come in.