I’ve always fantasized about moving to a remote cabin, living off-grid, and writing full-time. It sounds peaceful, but I know I’d miss the chaos of city life—the spontaneity, the people, the noise. The fantasy isn’t about the cabin itself, but the idea that I could finally be "me" without the distractions. But here’s the thing: I don’t actually want to live in a cabin. I want the *feeling* of control, of being in charge of my time, even if that’s just a fantasy. It’s not about escaping reality—it’s about wanting to believe I could be happier, even if I don’t really know how.