Beautiful Desolation

Honestly that is the way I feel sometimes when I look out my window.  I feel as though I live in an area of beautiful desolation.  Maybe that is just the way that snow makes me feel.  I love looking at snow, but winter is the most impractical season.  Besides boots, I HATE boots, its wet and icky.  I said it, icky.  Now that doesn’t mean that I would rather live somewhere else.  On the contrary, I love my little home that I have made in the Peace Corps.  I sometimes feel like I own my desolation.  That it’s my little piece of silence.  I never really had silence in America. Everywhere was noise and distractions.  There are so few noises here that I sometimes wish for a distraction or two, and then I remember where I am and I realize that this is something I have always wanted, to learn to be with myself.  And I think that is the scariest place to be, is with your own head.

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