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two updates in one day is exceedingly rare, and for good reason; i prefer not to wallow in the plastic box. but today i've been holed up in the milk house watching the rain pool, working on homework, and ran across this from last summer. it still holds true, only i need no longer wonder what will come next, in the literal short term sense. this morning my prospective college called to say they will take me home.
I spent a week in New Hampshire, first at Erin's house, and then, after we got kicked out, hitchiking around the Peterborough area. Peterborough is much too small a town to spend several days in, looking like explorers; within a few hours we had definitely aroused the suspicion of the town and the interest of the police, but luckily none interfered. Flowers in our hair, tent and sleeping bag slung over a shoulder, joint travelling from hand to mouth to hand again, we spent days wading in creeks, scared on rides with truckers, drinking far too many free refilled cups of coffee at the diner. We found people having sex in the woods, we found elementary school playgrounds to swing in, and we found the most intense freedom I have ever experienced. After a week, my parents tolerance for having no idea where I was had worn thin, as had our food supply (which consisted of a very large bag of organic cheerios). Finally I made my way to the airport and, relieved to know I was still alive and well, my parents reluctantly bought me a plane ticket home. I suppose they knew their choice was either that, or to have a wandering daughter forever. It has been a shock to return to Washington, DC. Concrete and construction clog the paths I used to ramble. Newspaper stands blare updates on war and job losses. Solace is not found easily or quickly. The thought of working here, making money and wasting my time is unbearable, and so I now must avoid the food co-op where I was supposed to work this summer. It is no longer enough to bide my time, because I have the rest of my life open with blank pages. This is the neverending summer of the rest of my life, and it must be fulfilling. Yesterday Kate and Dan called from TMS to invite me to come live with them in New York for a few months. I would live in a tent, play with Lucia and Mekiah, and help start their farm/community/school. Homesteading sounds adventuresomely appealing and exceedingly trying, especially living with only six people (they and Shane and Christy), but I think I will accept their offer. If I don't go crazy with over-contemplation I will be suprised, but I will learn much and live the true earth life. After that, I know not yet what will cross my path and pull me in the next direction.
I spent a week in New Hampshire, first at Erin's house, and then, after we got kicked out, hitchiking around the Peterborough area. Peterborough is much too small a town to spend several days in, looking like explorers; within a few hours we had definitely aroused the suspicion of the town and the interest of the police, but luckily none interfered. Flowers in our hair, tent and sleeping bag slung over a shoulder, joint travelling from hand to mouth to hand again, we spent days wading in creeks, scared on rides with truckers, drinking far too many free refilled cups of coffee at the diner. We found people having sex in the woods, we found elementary school playgrounds to swing in, and we found the most intense freedom I have ever experienced. After a week, my parents tolerance for having no idea where I was had worn thin, as had our food supply (which consisted of a very large bag of organic cheerios). Finally I made my way to the airport and, relieved to know I was still alive and well, my parents reluctantly bought me a plane ticket home. I suppose they knew their choice was either that, or to have a wandering daughter forever. It has been a shock to return to Washington, DC. Concrete and construction clog the paths I used to ramble. Newspaper stands blare updates on war and job losses. Solace is not found easily or quickly. The thought of working here, making money and wasting my time is unbearable, and so I now must avoid the food co-op where I was supposed to work this summer. It is no longer enough to bide my time, because I have the rest of my life open with blank pages. This is the neverending summer of the rest of my life, and it must be fulfilling. Yesterday Kate and Dan called from TMS to invite me to come live with them in New York for a few months. I would live in a tent, play with Lucia and Mekiah, and help start their farm/community/school. Homesteading sounds adventuresomely appealing and exceedingly trying, especially living with only six people (they and Shane and Christy), but I think I will accept their offer. If I don't go crazy with over-contemplation I will be suprised, but I will learn much and live the true earth life. After that, I know not yet what will cross my path and pull me in the next direction.