You acquire a lot of debt when you live in the bush. Not necessarily financial debt, but karmic debt. After 25 years of having your city friends pick you up at airports, open up their homes to you and your fifty-five boxes from Costco and Sam’s, drive you to doctor’s appointments and generally help you work out the craziness that comes with prolonged exposure to bush living, you are obligated to return some of that to friends left behind after you find your way to the city.
And so it is that I find my home a central focus for