Don't worry Mom

Please don't worry about me, Mom!
Based just on what I've written so far, you may have the impression that I'm having a hard time being in the shed. In reality though, not only am I doing fine, ... how should I say this... I am kicking butt!!! Would you expect anything less from a Long brother? Would you expect anything less from Wilderness Jeremy? (And I haven't even blogged about the upgrades yet!)

I can sit comfortably in the middle of my shed and reach anything (as a matter of fact, I have never lived in a more convenient layout); I sleep great every night in an army cot that is more comfortable than the $600 mattress I had before; I have a swamp cooler and a system of fans that keeps my place cool AND keeps the bugs out; I stay in good shape and diligently maintain a healthy diet with lots of whole grains, vegetables & chicken (and low sugar, Dad); I drink dispensed "glacier water" from my all-glass-and-ceramic dispenser and it is the best water I have ever had; I have a shower system that is superior in many ways to the showers in most American homes (more on that later); I am 100% debt free and my savings are growing quickly (after all, I only pay $100/month for rent + utils); I can sit right here and blog and trade stocks and get any streaming radio station in the world via my wireless internet connection; I can turn my shed light on/off just by clapping twice (three times to fire up or kill the fans); I have a security system that monitors my shed and records a video and emails me a picture whenever there's motion in the shed; ...I could go on, but then I'd just be showing off. : ) Let it suffice for me to say that I'm doing alright here in the shed. I am blessed.

Experimental swamp cooler


Cereal in the shed, Jeremy style


My previous shed security system ;)

This blog entry is actually not to comfort my mom, it is to comfort those who don't know me; my mom knows full well she could drop off any of her boys from a helicopter anywhere in the world with nothing but the shirt on their back and not only would they survive, they would thrive! When I told mom I was moving into a shed and explained why, she calmly responded, "...I'm not even surprised you would do something like this, and no, I'm not worried about you at all - I know you can handle yourself. I actually think it's kind of cute that you're doing this!" And that has become a source of inspiration. I love my mom.