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There's something you get from folk music and good, healthy, hearty food and working on a farm and drizzling rain on country roads that you can't get anywhere else. It's the same thing you get from drinking out of rough earthenware mugs and harvesting vegetables at dawn when the dew is still on them and shopping at farmer's markets. It's something I rarely, if ever, get here.
I remember that sometimes, and it makes writing essays or studying for physics seem kind of trivial.
I miss having people around that share my taste in music, that vocalize their appreciation for simple, good, organic food and homemade bread.
I'm not a slacker. I'm really not, at all. I just have a hard time remembering why I should be doing things that don't seem very important to me, sometimes. I work on things that matter to me.
I need a gap year.
P.S. I'm waiting for the network to start working again, and have realized something rather disturbing. Except for a short interlude this morning to go up to breakfast, and another short one for dinner, I have barely been out of my room today, and I've nearly fallen asleep on my thermarest many times. I've worked too much today, and I'm tired. Booo.
I remember that sometimes, and it makes writing essays or studying for physics seem kind of trivial.
I miss having people around that share my taste in music, that vocalize their appreciation for simple, good, organic food and homemade bread.
I'm not a slacker. I'm really not, at all. I just have a hard time remembering why I should be doing things that don't seem very important to me, sometimes. I work on things that matter to me.
I need a gap year.
P.S. I'm waiting for the network to start working again, and have realized something rather disturbing. Except for a short interlude this morning to go up to breakfast, and another short one for dinner, I have barely been out of my room today, and I've nearly fallen asleep on my thermarest many times. I've worked too much today, and I'm tired. Booo.