Supposed To Be...

I’m supposed to be in Alaska right now. I’m supposed to be working my new job, watching my house being built, swatting the world’s largest mosquitos, and being chased by grizzlies. I bought the Iot. I saved the money, I bought the land, property # 3 with the bear bed and breakfast where my garden is supposed to be.  I saved some more, I bought a school bus. This bus was supposed to be my ride and supposed to be my temporary home, but it’s not. It is sitting in my driveway. It’s half painted, seats removed, and parked. I sold belongings, I researched, I planned, I made lists, but I’m still not where I’m supposed to be.

Life has a way of watching you stack up all your blocks just so it can kick them across the house. My blocks are fucking MIA. How did this happen? Well, that’s a long story, but I guess it doesn’t really matter either. The points is, I am still here, but I’m not staying.

Alaska is a place like no other. It either doesn’t interest you at all, or it is all that you live for. I fall into the latter category. I am what some people call passionate about Alaska. I say fucking obsessed. I cannot imagine living anywhere else. The snow topped mountains, the bright fireweed, glacier blue rivers, moose. The coffee at every corner. It calls my name, begs for my return. So many lakes to ice skate on, trails to hike, views to photograph, adventures to take.

Well, my dear Alaska, I miss you and I am coming to stay. It may not be this year, and it may not even be next year, but I am coming.

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