I’ve been having a harder time of this than I expected. The problem is loneliness. I’m finding it difficult to meet people.
I’m missing enough people in my life, which is making it very difficult to throw myself out of the city and into the lonesome bush. When I get there, all I want to do is get back into town where I can talk to people.
I’ve thought from the beginning that I may get a dog to keep me company. I don’t think that is a good idea. Although a dog will help me succeed in being happy by myself, if I fail anyway I’ll have the extra burden of having a dog while trying to find a place to live.
I’ve also been sleeping really bad. I’m waking up at 5am each morning and ready to fall asleep at 9pm. Before it’s dark I’m already winding down and getting ready to go to sleep. This is making it hard to meet people. I know it’s only temporary and is caused because I’ve quit smoking.
As far as Dalesford goes, it’s nice and relaxing. It’s pretty too. I’ve been filling my days with writing. It might be good to stay for a few days so I can finish getting down some ideas.
I’ve been eating really well. Mostly living off fruit and my skin is really feeling good for it.
That’s about all I have to say about that.