This is the first time I’ve not really felt like posting since I started this project. The first time I felt actual resistence. It’s not for any particular reason. I just feel kind of nauseous, kind of anxious; those feelings are often synonyms, in their way.
Today wasn’t long but it felt long, it wasn’t particularly hard but it felt particularly hard.
I haven’t left the homestead in a while, but I did today and I have to tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.
In just a few months I’ve conditioned myself to have a difficult time being away from a dozen acres of pine forest some place in Vermont. I think that’s kind of nice.
Every life style has got complications and difficult bits and as far as those go, this ain’t the worst.
I don’t like travelling, and the money I spend goes towards objects that I’ve convinced myself will last. The goal there is to improve this place and make it so I don’t have to leave.
I’ve been wearing shoes all winter, my bare feet might sprout roots this summer, that’s how attached I am.
In a few years it might be impossible for me to leave.
That or I’ll just puke.
Bozo
I’ve been wearing shoes all winter, my bare feet might sprout roots this summer, that’s how attached I am.
In a few years it might be impossible for me to leave.
That or I’ll just puke.