Last night I fell asleep to the cynical sound of laughing coyotes gathering somewhere near the vanishing river. Another Indian summer wreaks havoc on my want for winter, but I must be patient in these last September days. I have been thinking of home way too often. Six months stationed in Montana living with complete strangers has been a trying experience, but have I served my time well? Living up to my reclusive nature, I have made no connections or lifelong friends, these people I shall probably never see again. I did not camp out or go on as many back country hikes as I would have liked. I found out that I’m really not a big fan of the “hippie” and that maybe the city is more up my alley. I am more attached to home, aka, Houston, than I ever thought I could be. I am not as nice as I once assumed, but I actually take pride in my dark undertones. College is still on my mind, and this pleases me much, for, as of now, it is all that I have going for me. Houston is still public enemy number one but I appreciate my family now more than I ever have before, and that is why I miss Texas immensely. Family is what makes it so hard to leave.
September 29, 2001