Funk

I'm not really sure what to call it. Some call it "finding yourself" others "settling in"...I call it a "funk" there's not really anything fun about it. There's not much going on it Stayton. The Santiam Cannery is processing onions so that is a real joy. I can only describe it as a skunk eating a bag of onions and then deciding to spray the rotting onion bum bum smell every morning. Not pleasant.

Chelsea and I made homemade whole wheat bread. It is very yummy and freezes and toasts very well. Chelsea also had a bread demonstration about how to make/bake bread. It was pretty awesome and informative. She is like a little Stayton celebrity. Everyone loves her and her bread, proud to call her my friend (tear).

Still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. I'm starting to think that will be continually on going. I thought when I got to Oregon I would breath and feel a sense of belonging and new found home. Now I can't stop thinking about what is next. Should I do my Masters? What should I do my Masters in? Where do I want to live? I want my own place, but where and what can I afford? And how do I be 3 places in one? The list goes on...and so explains my 3 week FUNK of not talking much to the outside world. Because what do I have to say to anyone, when I can't even figure myself out?