One night, while preparing a labor-intensive risotto for dinner in our Houston high-rise, my husband ambled into the kitchen and asked, with studied casualness, “Honey, if I could buy a piece of undeveloped land in Alaska, under market value, would that be OK with you?” Who knew that five years later, we would be living full time in a two room log cabin with an outhouse, forty-two miles from the nearest road, having sold our high-rise and given away most of our belongings.
|March view from front porch|
Obviously there are a number of “why?” and “how?” and “why?” again, questions raised by that paragraph. Here, I'd like to focus on three things I appreciate more because of these changes but also things I appreciate about the city I left. But first, the setting: