I came here intending to work three or four weeks and make enough money to go back to Alaska and buy some land. I was going to be practical and buy land someplace near a road, so that I could drive to a town and work, probably to pay off the rest of the land, keep up with my student loans, and buy food and solar panels. But I’m making so much money here that I’m starting to consider staying and working here for the winter, paying off my student loans, having a big chunk of money to buy whatever land I want, and investing enough to maybe buy some rice and bullets on the interest. Then I wouldn’t have to be practical and stay near a road. Also, during the weeks that I took off to preserve my sanity I could go to rainbow gathering and wilderness schools and other awesomeness.
The first plan involves working five weeks. The second, twenty five weeks. If the money were to stay stable, which it never does, except that my friends who have been here say it’s been stable for months, and the big companies are bringing even more men into town over the next nine months or so.
It’s one thing to sell out a little, to run out of money and go dance in a place I like until I stop liking it, or to perform random acts of magical capitalism. I think it’s another to sell out for a year, to intentionally work in a place I don’t like with people that are rude for a whole year whether I still like it or not.
How much of a sin is it to hear the river calling and not go? To do something I don’t love? I know these things. But if I did it anyways I wouldn’t have to worry about student loans or land payment or financing or not having enough money to buy the land I want.
Oh, I wish a faery would come and tell me what to do. I guess I’ll go talk to the river here.