Marquette

Not home

I drink coffee

Yellow Bourbon Coffee, a earthy coffee with a faint coconut bark taste and low acidity, A good book and rain. This is my saturday, except no wife this saturday. I can't sleep without her. I miss her.

I am not so

I am not so independent, I don't like being in this town away from my wife. I am tired of these streets and this hotel. I need to not complain because this is a neat opportunity to have. Never in my life have I had so much free time to read and write and walk. I walk a lot. I think I am the most tired of that. I need sleep. Good sleep. I cant wait to sleep in my own bed. I am looking forward to being in Columbus again. Even though I have all this free time, I still don't read and write as much as I should. I have had this image in my head that sometimes it would be fun to escape it all and be alone. To be away from all the stresses of life. This experience has taught me that being alone is really just for hermits, and the stresses of life wont go away they just change.
A book I read a couple of years ago, Cold Oceans is about a guy who thinks he can escape everything by going on these outdoor excursions by himself.