Ugh…I had weird dreams last night. The most notable one was that something big had happened…the sort of event where youre definitely not showing up for work and its time to crack open the box that says “Do not open unless TEOTWAWKI”. Me and a friend were in my basement getting our gear ready because we were going to have to leave and be unable to come back. They were so panicked they just grabbed a small bag of essentials and beat feet. I was left there wondering how I was going to get all this important gear out of here without their help. And, naturally, I then woke up.

This is my subconscious’ way of telling me I a) need friends who won’t flake out at the first sign of trouble and b) I need to get the Beta Site purchased and up-and-running so I can split my preps between two locations and avoid these sorts of unpleasant-decision-making moments.

The fantasy I have, among others (looking at you, Jennifer Lawrence), is that I keep my current residence while I acquire the secondary property and build my little bunker. While thats going on I split half my gear between there and here. Once its done, I squirrel away most (75%~) of my stuff there, and keep enough here to enable me to get there or to sit things out here until I can get there. Then, when Im ready to sell the primary property, I take the rest of the gear, and my fat equity check, and head to the secondary on a permanent basis. Its a simple plan, it just isnt easy.

But, if you want to make Crom laugh, tell him your plans.