Absurd / by Karie Luidens


Why am I sweating it out and getting dirty with manual labor this summer? Why am I roasting outside under the New Mexican sun, planting and picking vegetables? I’m a pasty northerner with a liberal arts degree and a resume of white collar jobs. I’ve been paid more per hour to sit in an air conditioned office typing at a leisurely pace. Why did I voluntarily leave that behind and pursue a harder, hotter, rougher existence?