I don’t even know where to start, I’m so behind. Thoughts of the day: I want someone to dance to 80s music with. Ugh 11 more months. Yay for whatever comes next! What the hell comes next? Maybe I’ll use my readjustment allowance to hide away in some beautiful and quiet part of the world and write a book. <- this would be done with two goals – sharing my experiences and ordering my thoughts. Having lots of identity crises lately, anxiety, and of course loneliness. Reading Eat Pray Love, I swear this woman and I are brain twins, though we don’t share the same story. Had mid-service conference couple weeks back. Both good, fun, awesome and stressful, anxiety producing, emotional at same time. In tip-top shape health-wise, no cavities even. I like writing. I think I’ll keep at it. When I die, I want people to be able to know me through my words. I want to leave a legacy. Read Life of Pi – mind blown, still in relative shock over it all. Back in the village, feels like home. Made pickles today – sweet garlic cumin. Wish I had dill. Mini solo 80s dance party, wine in stock, back to Eat Pray Love now, I’m reading it like a textbook.