Will you be happy in that little place in the mountains?

A friend of mine put a picture of a rustic little house in the mountains on Facebook.  The little place could have sprung straight from a Thomas Kinkaide or Currier and Ives type photo.

And I could see myself living there, walking around all day wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt, chopping wood, killing squirrels (bears are too mean) and living life as it was meant to be lived.

It makes you kind of weepy just thinking about it.

Only problem is: I’ve found that rustic places are often more fun to look at than to live in. Continue reading →