Land of my Ancestors by Laridian

The idea of living in the land of my ancestors tempts me. It sings to me of self-reliance, of open spaces empty of people, of stark beauty.

The reality is that I am no longer cold-tolerant, and self-reliance is a lot of work; that a place empty of people can mean loneliness and a lack of help in times of trouble.

But oh, that fantasy! Of living in the wild, of dangerous freedom! How it calls to me!