Lately blogging is hard. Mostly because I am feeling disenchanted with this whole situation.
The problem might just be my expectations. I am at a cool place and I am doing cool things, but it's not exactly what I was hoping for. I was looking for an honest-to-god homestead where life is centered around creating the vitals that you need to get by. I was looking for community and intention. This place, without a doubt, has all of these things, but not to the extent that I expected. I feel like I am living in a strange middle ground.
Perhaps my expectations were unreasonable. Or maybe this just isn't exactly the right place for me, but it does exist somewhere. Partially I am figuring out what I do want, I guess. But sometimes it makes me grumpy and I want to run away.
An upside of this whole experience/the worst part of this whole shit hole is that I have had plenty of time to think. It's great because I think this is the first time that I have actually come to a complete stop to think in a very long time. The problem is that I keep thinking about the same 7 things all day, every god damn day. And the more I think about them the more they become one big thought that I can't, for the life of me, put my finger on.
Whatever. I am going to a goat expo on Thursday and I will just think about goats and it will be cool.
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