Counterpoint

Tyler Durden's old classic: "The things you own end up owning you."

No matter the place, is it worth the money squandered on interest?  I'm still fired up to take a look and ponder the possibilities, the what ifs.  But are such thoughts bringing you back around to the inevitable consideration of that old chestnut tree?  If the price is right, how funny woudl that be?  And maybe even combined with that other piece of land as a long-term thought?  That's one that can wait post-NZ to close in time for April 1. 

I have a sense that the goal of freedom is too key.  Locking yourself into working obligations is the opposite of where this dream first started, which was to have a low-cost ability to escape it, and create in the process.  With that thought, it's off to la-la land ridiculousness.