posted on Sep, 22 2008 @ 11:30 AM
In a major twist of irony and fate, I am about to move into the middle of the second largest city in Michigan. For the past few years I have
been living in a much more opportune (for survival) place, but the job situation dried up. I have been unemployed for about a month now, and have
literally been forced by my bills to take a job in a major city. This is something I have been purposely avoiding, and now fate and irony have placed
me directly inside one of my fears, in the place that I had always said I would never live.
Now, I have been applying for career oriented positions that would have me out in survival area again, and am very hopeful that I am selected for one
of those jobs. However, until then, I will now be stuck in the city. It really sucks, especially at a time when things are escalating out of control
in the country.
I am baffled as to what to do now. My rig was set up for what would have been only a ten minute drive into the wilderness, and now I am 3 hours away
from my bug out spots. Sure it would be mostly highway, but this means that I would have to leave a day before SHTF instead of being able to
instantly gain access to the wild.
I am just ranting really, kind of scared. Can't believe that I am putting myself into a situation that could endanger me, all so that I can be a
good citizen and pay my bills. Why can't I be more like those welfare jerks who feed off the government and use and abuse others? My sense of
responsibility must have been deeply ingrained, cause I can't make sense out of this action. Why should I live in a place that I fear, just to pay
I really hope that another job offer comes, as the one I want would put me either in Alaska or in the more northern part of the lower 48. Both jobs
would be 50% travel time in the local area so I could easily ditch it into the wild when needed. Now that isn't the only reason I want those jobs, I
just plain like the wilderness and would prefer that type of living over a big city any day.
This is just insane. I am about to go eat lunch, hop on my motorcycle, and check out the routes between where I am about to move, and the place of
work. I know it is congested, even with direct access to freeways.
The things we force upon ourselves in this life...
[edit on 22-9-2008 by Ionized]