Home . . .

Closing Day

For years and for a range of reasons, anchoring myself with any sense of permanence to one location has held little appeal. I’ve chosen, rather, to navigate life nomadically. I lug my bags from one work site location to another. And when I fly back to town, I am in perpetual motion.

But relatively recently, a shift of mindset settled in and ‘home’ sounds sweet to my heart again. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time searching for a plot of soil to erect a humble abode. But if you’ve spent any time on the hunt yourself, you are aware that options are thin. It’s a Seller’s market; prices are high and there’s not much to be had of value for the Buyer.

Back in September, I made an offer on a parcel that butts up against borough land; which the Seller quickly rejected. However, when I landed in Anchorage after this last work assignment, a voice message, from the Realestate Agent, informed that the Seller dropped their asking price and wondered if I’d like to resubmit.

Today, a little piece of God’s beautiful creation bears my name. Sunlight filters through spruce and deciduous trees that cast long shadows across the snow. Up on a knoll, where I’ll build, in the not too distant future, I’ll cozy next to my fire and look out over the lake across the way from my . . . home.

I’ve an arduous schedule this year and I work through the building season. Sadly, construction must wait until two thousand and twenty-four. But as I make progressions, I’ll document and share my journey here with you.

Home! Life is so very good.