it kind of sucks because the farm is on the rainy side of the mountains and all the fun sunny stuff is an hour or two away, but i think i'll survive.
it's weird living with 14 strangers, but i think i'll get used to it eventually. they're all a bunch of stoner hippies so they don't really give a shit what i do.
well, it's dinner time for me. hope all is well in indiana and everywhere else.
miss you all and love you much.
you'll be able to send me mail general delivery, just as soon as i make it down to the honokaa post office.
my cell phone works here, but not on the farm. leave messages and texts. i will get back to you when i can.