Bird Creek, along the tidal outskirts of Anchorage, Alaska, 60.973520° N, -149.462299° W day two.
Today I’m dreadfully homesick. I concocted mostly-fictitious plans for our return home last night while hot flashes kept me up for hours. Thinking about what we will do with 223-acres of forested land upon our return is a powerful distraction. We have solar on the little one-room cabin, and a bit more set aside for a garage. I’m also daydreaming about a barn, and mourning my chicken empire a bit. Okay, a lot.
I haven’t posted in 10-days because not much has happened since returning from Hawaii. We spent over a week parked beside a RV repair shop trying to figure out why the RV randomly stops running while we are driving down the road. They never figured it out, so we left. It hasn’t done it since. We spoke to someone with the same camper, a few years newer. They had the same issue and it was the computer. I’m leaning toward getting a local PO Box and ordering one in addition to having our mail sent here by family.
Danny flew back home with his father a week ago. And I haven’t seen the older kids since we left, nearly two months ago now. I think it’s Maine, my homeland, that I really ache for. It’s fun to see tropical and rugged arctic landscapes—but there really is no place like home.
We haven’t caught any fish yet. Apparently the fall salmon runs start next week, or so we hear. Next week seems like a long time right now. I could be halfway home by next week.
I asked Kevin this morning if we can go home. He simply said ‘sure’. I told him he wasn’t allowed to say that so easily. He is a smart man, and knows that immediately offering the opportunity will let me know it is an option and that he wouldn’t be upset with me if I insisted. He knows women are backward-thinking with emotionally-charged rhetorical questions.
It’s hard, I took on a client here that wants me to do some marketing in the Anchorage and N. Californian area. They are dragging their feet on getting information to me and it’s 100% commission based—so not exactly a solid money-maker. I’ve been applying for jobs for months, but I’m leery of putting my faith in a startup. In the meantime I’ve been working on my websites to improve their ranking and ad revenue.
I feel pretty useless otherwise. My income has been based on livestock and flipping stuff—cars, trucks, fencing, even stuff from the junkyard. Here we are with RV repair bills in the thousands and a trip to Hawaii and I’m not adding to the income. I did can a ton of food for the trip, so we are saving big time on the grocery bill. I did trade some canned goods for tire repair services. Otherwise, aside from my charming antidotes, I’m not feeling very useful.
Anyhow, here I am in Alaska, homesick as fuck. Hopefully it passes and I’ll catch a fish.
