December 30

With the holidays and the morale trip my routine has been thrown out the window. I've started allowing myself the time to sit and enjoy the company of those around. For the most part, the folks here are folks that follow their dreams. The type of people I admire and wish to emulate. Today, a dishwasher was spinning her own yarn for the first time during her 15 minutes break. Yesterday was the annual Icestock music festival where all of the local bands performed at an all-day outdoor venue. There were at least 10 bands, many folks wore costumes, everyone danced. The all female band performed in tank tops (the weather was in the low 20s and snowing). Eight different teams entered the chili cook-off. The carpenters built a coffee house, called it 'Sawbucks' and sold liquor and coffee all day. What other town of 1,000 can compare? I may love it here.

I miss road trips. I miss canoeing. I miss trees and backpacking and dogs and children. I miss the sounds of the woods at night time and I may even miss the rain. I miss stars and campfires and cooking my own food. Still, I may love it here.