The week with my friends was the best week ever. No television, just crafts, wandering in the woods, reading and meditating. They're devastated at the loss of their son, of course... but they're also amazingly strong, happy for the son they still have and the time they had with Ezra. Part of me wishes I could have just stayed out there forever, time frozen... dragging deadwood out of the forest and building bonfires every day. BUT instead, I'm back in Princeton. Ready for the second half of my internship.

I think my new years resolutions are going to include something about getting rid of stuff. No more STUFF to pack around. I want to be able to move with minimal effort, yet still have the things I love. Is this possible? I'm not sure. But I'm going to try.