Barbie was out at the fence line today, but I didn’t go out to see her.
She watched me watching her at the window with my coffee mfor a very long time, she even waved, but I honestly just wasn’t in the mood.
I’ve been here for a month and I actually do not believe any of the things that have happened to me.
Maybe I need to spend a few nights back in the city to get grounded and reset my brain… would that work?
It’s a long trip, but it’s only been four weeks and I can’t believe the things I’ve done since I’ve been here.
Chased neighbours through the snow, drank river water, had weird conversations about dreams and other nonsense.
Next weekend I’m going home… just for a few days.
I need to not be here.
I dumped the last of my coffee in the sink and rinsed the mug… setting the mug in the dry rack.
I’m so worried about the kind of person I will become if I stay here.
But, I sank so much into this move.
I just need a break.
This was a lot… has been a lot… will probably continue to be a lot.