Happy end of the holidays. I am writing this all while trying to fight a fever, which of course has to happen the second every one of my extended family members goes home. It at least means I'm forced to take a moment, stop, and reflect on some things.

Being home is mostly nice. It's nice to have some true peace and quiet, while also being back in true nature. A well-groomed park can't beat the gnarliness of mountains covered with snow and trees. My sister said something about how it can get depressing here though, as you feel sort of isolated from the rest of world. I can see what she means.

Back in the city, there are things happening constantly. There's places to go, events to participate in, all that good stuff. Even in the more rural area my sister is living in now, there are a lot of things to go see and do. Not so much here. It can start to feel pretty desolate if you don't know where to look. In some towns, it's gotten better, in others, it's just become more depressing. But this area always goes through its phases. Maybe things will perk up more, maybe they won't.

I do enjoy this sort of environment much more than being in an urban area though. I don't know, living in an old house, breathing high altitude air, this is more meant for me. Really gotta work on getting that license.

I honestly thought I'd have more to say, but my fever is finally breaking (thank you ibuprofen) and I really just wanna go back to bed and think about absolutely nothing for at least 3 hours. I think I'll go do that.