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Myfirstpostcollegejob was in Knoxville, Tennessee. I moved there by myself to work
for a television network's website. I rented the bottom floor of an old boarding house in
a historic district called Fourth & Gill. I'm pretty sure that old place could fit two of my
present cabins inside it. Maybe three. It feels like ages ago. A past life.
Back then all I wanted was to be a designer. I wanted a board position in my AIGA
chapter. Little did I know 18 months later I'd be in a farmhouse in northern Idaho or that
I'd soon relocate again to a New England hollow and a small cabin on a patch of land I
call Cold Antler Farm.
If you dream of goats and chickens and a cabin in the woods but are presently sifting
through take-out menus in your current metropolis, please remember that just a few
years ago I had one dog in a city apartment. Now I'm in this beautiful mess.
Tomorrow I'll visit a brewery and probably come home wanting to make my own
beer. Sunday, Steve and I are going to slaughter an angry rooster I raised out of the palm
of my hand. Right now I'm going to go outside and close the coop door before the rain
comes.
If you wish you, too, were closing a coop door, I promise if it's something you really
want, it'll happen. You'll find a way because you must. And when it does happen, be
ready because it'll come fast. Life doesn't happen any other way. At least not the parts
worth living.
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