Rith

You were, of all things, a farmer; one who was skilled at managing fungi, plants, fish, and chickens. Your greenhouse, built beneath an overhang that sheltered it during floods from above, was an entire ecosystem unto itself, carefully managed by your hard work, turning water, sunlight, and kitchen scraps into food for yourself and your neighbors, even when the soil outside had become bogs or frozen over during a winter storm. It was a satisfying thing, to be able to immunize yourself to a degree from the perils of living amid falling oceans. You gladly taught others, and helped neighbors set up their own, but you were one of the only ones sufficiently dedicated to keep it from slowly tilting out of balance over time, and the one who always needed to come and see what had gone wrong and how to correct it.