I moved. I left the treehouse on Monday. No more sleeping out under the tree branches in my hammock. No more swaying in the wind or rocking myself to sleep. And no more waking up to chickens scratching.
I'm a little sad, but mostly I'm happy to be back in a bed in my own little space. I'm happy to have my own bathroom and a puppy. I have little ones that worry if I'm not home by a certain time. I have a TV in my room (I'm 26 and I have never had this). And a pool. I have a pool.
I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with some things that I could have had better control over, so I'm going into slight withdrawal mode. I'm sorry if you don't see me for a while. I still love you.
But it's time to catch up with myself and get organized.
Time to stop thinking and start doing.
Time to follow my heart.
Wu-tang style.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
tenho uma obsessão
I have an obsession. I got home almost 2 months ago from the Appalachian Trail. I hiked just under 500 miles of the 2200 mile trail.
I plan on going back on trail next May.
And IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT.
No really. (T-9 months!!)
I feel as if I'm in the infatuation stage of a new relationship. I'm waiting for things to die down and for me to not get butterflies in my stomach every time I think about the AT. Every time--butterflies. What does it mean?
I think in ounces now. It's important to me. The lightest my pack was was 30 lbs. (fully loaded--water, food, etc), and I'm trying to shave about 10 lbs. off. Reduced pack weight will help me hike better.
I also have to revise my food. I ate REALLY well on trail. I constantly carried way too much food with me. I could probably cut out a 1/3-1/2 of the food I carried with me. I need to eat a lot more rice and beans. Seriously. Gods gift to men. And so help me if I have to eat another piece of beef jerky or just-add-water hummus. More Cliff Bars!
I realize this of no interest to anyone who would read my bloggy blog, but it's seriously something that I haven't been able to get out of my head. I had to get it out.
I just want to drink water from a rock again.
I plan on going back on trail next May.
And IT'S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT.
No really. (T-9 months!!)
I feel as if I'm in the infatuation stage of a new relationship. I'm waiting for things to die down and for me to not get butterflies in my stomach every time I think about the AT. Every time--butterflies. What does it mean?
I think in ounces now. It's important to me. The lightest my pack was was 30 lbs. (fully loaded--water, food, etc), and I'm trying to shave about 10 lbs. off. Reduced pack weight will help me hike better.
I also have to revise my food. I ate REALLY well on trail. I constantly carried way too much food with me. I could probably cut out a 1/3-1/2 of the food I carried with me. I need to eat a lot more rice and beans. Seriously. Gods gift to men. And so help me if I have to eat another piece of beef jerky or just-add-water hummus. More Cliff Bars!
I realize this of no interest to anyone who would read my bloggy blog, but it's seriously something that I haven't been able to get out of my head. I had to get it out.
I just want to drink water from a rock again.
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