I bought myself a log cabin for my birthday last fall.
It’s pretty darn cute and the most perfect size (~650 square feet), but it does push me back to early 20th century and the era of no indoor plumbing. I’ve been there before. Since October, I’ve become reacquainted with the 5-gallon blue jug, the Water Wagon over off Chena Pump Road, and the urgent need to refill so the dog doesn’t go thirsty.
I used to think that owning my own place would be a burdensome commitment, a terrible harbinger of the end of my restless youth. Oddly, now that time has come, I don’t feel that way at all. This means that either I’ve grown up a bit… or that the rental market in Fairbanks is so outrageous that even something such as commitment has suddenly become less scary than the amount the average renter doles out each month for a roof over her head.
Maybe a bit of both?
All I know is that I’m pretty okay with my new situation.
September 30, 2011 at 8:11 am
VERY Nice place, man!! That’s great to have that cabin in the woods you have always wanted. Love it! I love checking around with local blogs and ran across yours. Thanks for the post and make it a great weekend.
September 8, 2012 at 2:22 pm
Very nice, Brittany. A seemingly well built, friendly home, with a good amount of space for an adventurous woman and her well-loved, -watered, and -loved dog. And – take a breath – while ownership (of anything) is maybe unnecessary and must always be tainted with at least a whiff of the consumerism which is raging unchecked like a forest fire over the planet, renting just feeds the voracious meters of the income property investors, so for personal reasons (yours) a cabin in the northern woods which is also yours is a sweet lease on life indeed, regardless of whatever costs are involved…especially with a northern garden! Best,