I sit at the dining room table in the Hawthorne Hostel in Portland. Dudes in the parlor are playing French songs on the little guitar and waiting to leave for what must be an epic Halloween party – in a different way than the epic Halloween party I am going to… but we all celebrate in our own ways. I flew in a few hours ago, having spent many long hours in airplanes sitting next to nobody, next to a professional dancer from Philly who would rather dance than go to school, and a short and stout man, who was very nice, but took up considerable room which I felt I had more right to occupy as I had longer legs.
364 days ago, I was basically doing the same thing. Granted, I sat next to different people, got in earlier, ate dinner somewhere else, and I was here with 16 other unschoolers whom I was going to spend the next month living with on the coast. It is coincidentally strange that I should be here so close to that same time. Or is it?
I’m going to see some of those people on this trip, actually.
Now all I am struggling with is the fact that sleep beckons most heavily.
I have decided to turn my novel into a nonfiction information book. That is, I am writing a nonfiction information book this November instead of a novel. BUT ISN’T THAT SAAAAD!??!? It’s quite tragic. I wanted to write a novel. I have been waiting for months. I have planned out stuff. I roped other people on this trip into writing novels with me so we could write together and I wouldn’t feel so unsociable. And now I’m throwing all of that away. WHAT am I thinking? Well… I am thinking that it would be more worthwhile. And that I could do a novel later.
Except that is so sad. Really sad.
Maybe I will think it over once more? I mean, after all, I signed up on the website and everything. But… oh, gosh. I am such a wishy-washy person.
A guy working on re-doing some bathroom here sounds just like the camp director from where I worked over the summer. It’s strange. But they are definitely not the same person.
I think I just need sleep. It’s late on the other side of the world.