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It's strange. I don't feel compelled to post here when I'm on the internet every day, but when it's twice a week or less I feel like I need to let everyone know how I'm doing.
Not much has happened. I've done a lot of work, eating, sleeping, and naked swimming. My brain has started a long process of processing my unhappiness from the past six months. I bought really expensive insoles for my shoes so I won't get plantar facaitis from standing for 8 hours a day. And Pinewoods is totally beautiful. Like, no words beautiful. When I first got here it was disconcerting; what right do I have to be somewhere that looks like a postcard all summer? But now I'm remembering how lucky I am, how much I do want to be here even if I'm a little disconnected.
Not much has happened. I've done a lot of work, eating, sleeping, and naked swimming. My brain has started a long process of processing my unhappiness from the past six months. I bought really expensive insoles for my shoes so I won't get plantar facaitis from standing for 8 hours a day. And Pinewoods is totally beautiful. Like, no words beautiful. When I first got here it was disconcerting; what right do I have to be somewhere that looks like a postcard all summer? But now I'm remembering how lucky I am, how much I do want to be here even if I'm a little disconnected.