ive decided to close this journal and start anew. onaharmony is my new journal.

I have turned into an old woman since being home from California. I go to bed by 10 and wake up early, drink my coffee,read my books, and go to work at the kayak shop. I was talking to Mel yesterday about opening my own gallery and she says she was just like me when she was my age, full of dreams. But it made me really want to do this, open my ( Read more... )

Today:

Went for a run

Got a job at the Collinsville Bakery

Quit smoking for good

Spent some time with my little bro

Listened to some good music

Started counting down the days until I move back to Mass

Home has been nice. I havent yet hit the utter boredom that I was terrified of. I take long bike rides around town remembering all the little secrets of my childhood in this town. I go for runs and play tennis and get nice and sweaty in the New England humidity. Ive been able to catch up with Jess and am able to spend more time with Linds. And ( Read more... )

im coming home

Life has been alrite lately. I am not as in love with this place as I used to be, but I feel I still owe it something. The 1st crew of kids leave on Thursday. Jon, Amanda, and I are chaperoning and are going to play around in the airport for a few hours. We have a house rented for a few days in Gualala and then we are all heading to San Fran for ( Read more... )

I spent the morning washing wool to get it ready to dye and felt. The little girls around me were singing silly made-up songs and it made my maternal instincts go crazy and the swelled desire to have a pretty little girl of my own one day with pigtails. But my little girl would be tough as nails, mud-covered with messy braids flying ( Read more... )

I spent the morning washing wool to get it ready to dye and felt. The little girls around me were singing silly made-up songs and it made my maternal instincts go crazy and the swelled desire to have a pretty little girl of my own one day with pigtails. But my little girl would be tough as nails, mud-covered with messy braids flying ( Read more... )

Life on the farm is getting better. I am slowly getting to know people better and am feeling more comfortable than before. I cherish my mornings that are spent with peaceful walks, cowboy coffee, and milking Samantha our milk cow. The nights are cold and spent sleeping bundled in my sleeping bag. I still miss my mother and wish she was here for ( Read more... )

We finished work camp tonite and it feels good to be able to look at the farm and see all the changes that were made. Tomorrow we are all going to Santa Rosa for the day to get a dose of civilization and then going to Salt Point for the night to go camping. All the rest of the staff arrives on Sunday and Monday and then we are right back to work ( Read more... )