I made it. I made it to Windenburg, and I couldn’t be happier. The fresh air, the land, the fresh air. Yeah, I like the fresh air. Compared to the rough city life back in Bridgeport, the air was definitely a lot more clean here.
Sitting down my gear, which is incidentally all the possessions I own, I took one look at the large vast of land that I was to call my own. Sixty-four by sixty-four meters, a little over an entire acre, and it is all mine.
So, it took me only about an hour or so to set up my lot. I got my trusty tent, a shower kit that I was able to put up, my ice chest that I dragged from the street after the taxi man dropped me off. Now, all I have to figure out is where to start. I literally had no plan when I walked out of my apartment with a large pack, a plane ticket in my hand, my ice chest, and the last twenty dollars in my wallet.
Maybe I could do something with this land.
Turning and staring out over the land, I grin. Yeah, I can totally work this land. I remember a lot of that agriculture stuff I learned in college. It was supposed to be my major, but then I had to drop out. School was expensive, and I refused to get loans. But who needs a college degree when all you really need is land and plants…plants. Where the hell am I supposed to find plants?
Guess I’m going to have to explore the area.