I’m domestic. This blog is the story of my attempting a transformation into the wild. Before we get too far, let’s cover the basics, who, when, where and why.

Who? Well, this one is easy but could easily become the whole thing. I’m talking about me, and not that i”m totally representative of everyone in my society, but I think I could easily be talking about any person like me. I am a mid-twenties, child of the hippy-turned-yuppy generation. My parents are therapists, divorced and remarried several times. I was born into money, but went through a period of serious financial and emotional instability (coincident with my parents divorce and remarriages). I’m back to being financially stable and make more than enough to live on, but not that much.

When? I expect this to cover approximately 6 months of my life. Of course, I could be way off on that one.

Where? This story is going to start  in San Francisco but I really have no idea where it’s going to end. If I succeed, I will probably not be in a big city for anything but work, if I do have to work…

Why? I like to think I’m observant and there are a few things I’ve noticed in my life that make me fairly certain I need some more wild. Food is a good indicator. Wild food is absolutely heartier and more nutritious. I think  it’s because wild vegetables have to compete to get sunlight and nutrients, which makes them stronger and thus better to eat. I’m certain that wild foods are healthier, and some more delicious. More indicators are native peoples around the world and my dog. I don’t know any native peoples, but I’ve heard lots about them. On the other hand, I know my dog really well and he (or his ancestry) were at one point wild, probably more recently than me or mine.

Now we have the basics covered and can start to get more deeply into the meat.