#got really obsessed with platform crocs to the point that it’s almost all i wear anymore—

[lizmitches]

it’s been a little over six months since i moved from my city apartment to a little country house i barely get internet out of. six months wherein: i adopted some cows (that are currently forming a coup against me) and taught myself to use a riding lawnmower (i still get scared to lower the blade). i planted vegetables (that were promptly destroyed by rabbits) and flowers (barely hanging on after an influx of gophers). i cut my hair short (so much easier to manage) and fielded my mother’s phone calls about how much she didn’t like said haircut (not-so-easy to manage). i narrowly avoided multiple late-night car accidents at the hands (hooves?) of the local deer population.

but most importantly (well, maybe not most, considering the gathering of firewood, the potential freezing of pipes, the million other things i’ve had a quick education in) is that out here, i can see the stars. maybe, if i tried, i could have seen them six months ago. thing is, i never bothered to look.

there’s no point to anything i’m saying. just that i’ve been thinking lately (because there’s not much else to do out here), and like it or not, this site is the only diary i’ve ever been able to keep. guess i didn’t want to let the occasion pass without an entry.

anyway, if anyone needs me i’ll be out here pretending to know the constellations (i don’t, and i never will). spring is here and i’m alive (i’m alive!).