Right now I’m living a bit like folks did before running water was common. My water normally comes straight from the creek behind my house, but my water line has a leak I haven’t been able to fix yet. So for the moment, I’m hauling water from my storage tank.
I use a small battery‑powered sump pump to move water from the tank into a bucket, and then I carry that bucket into the house. It’s simple, it works, and it reminds me of how I grew up — back when hauling water was just part of daily life.
I’ll be honest: after decades of modern plumbing, I’ve gotten soft. Hauling water isn’t easy. It takes time, it takes effort, and it forces you to slow down and think about every chore. But it is doable. Just like cooking from scratch, you get better at it the more you do it. I’m relearning the rhythm, and it’s coming back to me.
I do hope to have my water line fixed before too much longer. But for now, there’s something strangely comforting about this old‑fashioned way of living. It’s familiar. It’s nostalgic. And it reminds me that even without running water, life still works — just at a different pace.
