There's a lot of risk involved in this huge project. We're going to expand our population by a factor of ten. The sheer logistics of the situation are dangerous by themselves. We'll be tapping every source of fuel we have and can locate to make transporting people and materials possible. Moving so openly is going to invite attack, that's a foregone conclusion.
That's totally ignoring natural disasters out there, zombie attacks at home, or old enemies making moves against us.
It's going to be a process. Long, grueling, and probably pretty fucking boring most of the time. We're choosing to be slow and methodical because careful people have much less chance of being shot in the face or getting their intestines ripped apart for an appetizer. The only reason the whole process has a shot at working is because we aren't going to have to divert our people to make it happen. In fact, our own workforce will be bolstered by the folks coming here while a dedicated group of them work on expanding New Haven. It's a mutually beneficial situation; we get more security and a chance to grow in ways we couldn't have dreamed of a year ago, and they get away from North Jackson's cramped quarters into a place that desperately needs them, with tons of room to expand.
Everyone is really excited and super hopeful. I feel the need to be the voice of caution here. Growth is good, and we don't face much risk of unknowns here. NJ is very similar to New Haven in how they handle rules and laws as well as the expectation we have for each other. But growth is often difficult and painful. It's not going to be sunshine and rainbows shooting out of everyone's asses nonstop. No two wholly different groups of people, total strangers, can just meet up and mix perfectly with no friction. We've taken in enough people here to know the drill and to prepare for it. I just don't want anyone getting so excited they make avoidable mistakes.
It's going to be a while before the big work can start. There are some minor details to work out, like securing enough extra fuel to cover any unforeseen problems in the transport process. There are also a lot of dangerous cargoes that need to be hauled first and with minimal staff before the main construction here can begin.
AHHHH! This is a problem! Too many damn details and every time I go to write anything about this grand plan I start to go off on tangents. Can't afford to do that too often since we've got enough things to worry about here.
Food shouldn't be too much of an issue. I know that sounds insane but our transplants are bringing literally tons of preserved foods with them. Many, many tons. But that doesn't mean we can last forever, and this brutal heat wave is hurting our crops. We've got cisterns all over the place but no amount of water can stop the sun from damaging our food...and we're going to need every scrap to keep up with the new mouths to feed.
We've got options, but they require some risk and travel. And while the zombies are less obviously threatening during the hotter parts of the day, the sight of them wandering around inside New Haven has all of us a little on edge. The kind of on edge that makes people shoot first and apologize later. The Exiles don't seem to be moving toward threatening behavior at the moment, but none of us trust them at all. I don't know that a decade living across the river from them would be enough for that to happen. It might be stupid and overly cautious, but we've got to plan every move on the assumption that they're just biding their time in order to hit us at exactly the right moment.
The one bright spot at the moment is that we're pulling ahead in the race against the new plague. It's not a done deal by any stretch, but it looks like most of the people that were going to get sick have done, and better than half of the ill folks are healthy enough for the sauna. Most of the rest of them want to try it, but Evans and Phil are still worried over how the insanely hot air will affect their already very bad breathing.
I always try to end on a note that sums up how I feel or gives some small portion of context to the post, but today I can't do that. We're at a crossroads of such vast importance that I'm having a hard time pinning down any part of it. So many things can go wrong, so many plans and hopes ride on this working out, and there are so many situations we're currently dealing with that it seems completely fucking crazy to even try this.
So instead of some parting line that might or might not be moving, seem wise, or appear insightful, I just want to say that I'm hopeful this all works out. I'm equally scared that it won't, and things here will stagnate and begin to fall apart, and that it will. Because then everything will change. I still see New Haven as my place, a small home that I helped found and design. What will it be when and if it covers five times the area and there are teams of people doing the jobs I've done? Who will I be when I'm a redundant part in a larger machine, no longer a loud voice among a small group.
Honestly, I really am terrified at both possibilities, but I lean toward seeing the changes happen. They're frightening but exciting, and I think ultimately positive.