NY Trip - Newark Airport Hotel Bar...

Yeah, so I'm sitting in a hotel bar at the Newark Airport. There was a man sitting at the bar, talking about making his own beer and I started to think about a revolution that is coming... This is a very strange and crazy place, lots of random people. I sat and started writing, thought some of it was funny so I'm going to type it here:
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It's weird to sit here, kind of makes me miss the West coast, culture, food, wine...intelligence (? is that rude?). I look absolutely awful, I'm beat, tired, my complexion is horrible, I've gained weight... I am the youngest person here in this strange bar. Probably young enough to be most of these men's kid. Yet, I still feel their eyes burning into me, I look up and men are staring at me. Yuck! Gross!

So, I booked this hotel for the fitness room and it's closed for maintenance. My only option is to sit here and entertain myself by eating awful food and drinking gross wine.

Ever since I made up my mind about Indiana my mind has been buzzing and I feel like writing all the time, it's really a strange thing. And, of course I have no computer so I have to sit and write in my little mini composition book.

Mmmmm...nothing like being in a shitty hotel bar in Jersey, eating and hearing the word "shitter", yeah Jersey...

DREAMING OF THE FARM...Thinking of the farm, I get so happy. Just happy thoughts about the farm. When I'm in Indiana we have all the farmers coming in and out bringing us food and I always wish I could be them. Now, we're going to start that. Maybe not delivering to restaurants and needing to sell food to survive, but being able to farm and be outdoors. Learning about how to be less dependent on the mass food source - so exciting!

Coming to NY only makes me feel better about my decision to go back and do this. I felt to claustrophobic in NY, longing for open spaces and mountains! I need to get back to slow paced Eugene. I'm looking forward to my future yurt living, the Wandering Goat, Spencer's Butte at sunrise, Ninkasi Ale, Athiarchists concerts, making beer and butter, butchering cows and pigs... Ahhh, Oregon.

You realize just how nice Oregon is when you get out and leave it.