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I am not exactly sure how this all started.
My life in Salem began pretty normal. I had my little leanto somewhere out in the wilds, I collected and crafted, and finally got to a point where I had enough silver to settle down with a proper homestead.
I began to venture out in order to find a good place to settle. I started exploring the vicinity of my Leanto. With every trip I found myself venturing further away, and sometimes feared I might get lost and never find back.
One day I was in Boston to do some trading. All of a sudden something strange happened.
As if I saw myself from outside of my body, a text magically appeared above my head, saying “WTB Backpack”.
A stranger approached me and offered a good deal; moments later I had spent most of my savings and was a proud owner of a shiny new backpack.
What happened afterwards was going by so fast, I can hardly remember. I traveled back to my leanto and stuffed, what I considered my most valuable property, into my new backpack.
I collected as much wood as I could find, put it into my good old campfire and lit it one last time.
Then I began walking.
Along the way I dropped most of my cloth, only leaving my pants on my body.
Initially I came across areas that I had ventured to before, but this time I was sure I’d never return back home. Suddenly I felt a freedom I had never experienced before.
I am now at the end of my first day of travelling. I came across many different areas, and saw a couple of very impressive, huge homesteads of obviously very hardworking settlers. When I find something interesting I study it along the way. I mostly eat what I find, berries or mushrooms, one time I even set up a little fire and prepared a delicious rabbit steak.
Whenever I feel like it I build a leanto and travel back to Boston for trading. But when I go back I just leave the leanto behind and keep on walking, setting up new leantos whenever there is the need.
I don’t know how long my journey will last, but there is one thing that I realized at the end of this first day as a hermit that struck me.
Without a home, I don’t fear to get lost.