I mean, it was as if bricks and mortar were falling out of the sky in front of me and mysteriously arranging themselves into a house right at the point I desperately needed shelter. And I wouldn’t have even walked in the direction of such a miracle had it not been for a mysterious gut feeling 2 ½ years before.
This left me with no time to take my extra posessions to Goodwill. Instead, a dresser, a nice coffee table, a couch, and a chair ended up in the alley. I think the dumpster divers named the alley after me.
Tomorrow marks my five-year anniversary as a full-fledged resident of Madison, Wisconsin. I’ve been meaning for a long time to tell the story about how I ended up here.
The documentary talks about the development of the suburbs and suburban sprawl, and how necessary cheap oil is to make such a system function. Essentially, American civilization and the institutions we’ve become so dependent on are built on a house of cards balanced on top of oil derricks, and once the oil stops being abundant, cards are going to start falling one by one.
In any case, I felt a sense of calm as I looked out at the fresh coat of snow, covering up the grey and grime. I began to think that maybe I'd like winter more if I lived in the country instead of the city.
The holiday season lets me smile and tell myself that I'm all aglow with this "peace on earth and goodwill to all" stuff. January comes in and kisses me with a flying snowball that says, "Okay, now, what are you going to do about it?"