And far away from where every other person is going to move to.
Every so often I think I should own a nice little plot of land in New Hampshire or upstate New York, where I could live out the Troubles on a tiny communal farm. Then I recall that I’d be 3 hours from 4.5 million Bostonians, and 5 hours away from 10 million people living in or near NYC…
Of course, we could find something in the middle of the country, but then it would be officially a “crazy prepper house” and not a “long-weekend country cabin.”
