today is january first.

two thousand seven. i am still here in violet. still ticking. my travels north and north-east were perfect meditation, but i returned home to louisiana and found unstable ground. this seems to be the pattern in my life over the last couple years.

here’s some words from a letter i wrote someone, just to save myself some time typing.

so i’ll be leaving in janaury. i’m burnt out from dealing with so much trauma. there is some intense trauma among residents here, and i’m mostly talking about the poor and working class. there are some struggles i can’t really deal with anymore, and my life has been pretty unstable concerning money and living space. i’d like to stabilize those things. so i’ll leave. i don’t know where yet. probably somewhere new, somewhere rural. i’d like to work on a farm… work with food and farm maintenence and live the slower life. fall in love. we’ll see. no date or location for now until i leave. i’ve got some projects to focus on here in Violet before i leave: electrical wiring and hanging drywall in a house i’ve been living in since april (running water was the only working utility). it was a space donated by a woman who didn’t know when she wanted to move back, but now she’s eager to move back into this neighborhood, a place that is finally coming back to life over a year after the storm. i’d also like to re-shingle the home of a man who taught me how to do roofing. i think it would be a decent trade.

i know that i will really miss this town. i already do.