My dad gave me this hat today to wear on our winter picnic.  

I declared myself a princess immediately.

Portland—New York.

Whenever I tell anyone that I’m taking a train I always get the “oh man, that’s going to suck, what is that, like three days?”  

And I’m always, “Yup.”

I don’t think people realise how awesome it is to have three days all to yourself.  Three days among the company of strangers who I can choose to ignore or engage in conversation with with no consequences.  I can’t do that with my partner, family, and friends.  It’s totally not allowed.  In the back of someone’s mind it’s always going to lead to hurt.  

I get three days off.  Three. Three days to spend with myself reading, writing, reflecting, meditating, and watching beautiful scenery roll by.

And then on the way back, I get to do it again.

What’s the point of rushing all the time?

Did this last night.

Hey it’s three of my best frieeennnnsss

Currently working on making this.  Need a tiny drill.

I went for a thirtyish mile bike ride yesterday and these guys were everywhere.

Everyone keeps asking where I got them.

I got them from a deer skeleton in the woods, of course.