Cook. Book.

I really am having a good time out here. I am hit with stabbing pangs of homesickness now and then but nothing that I cannot deal with. I miss my friends, family, and my pets. I miss the familiarity of the town I grew up in. But the longer I stay here, the more familiar and easy this is. I love my job and even though I am working 9-13 hours a day, 5 days a week, I more passionate about it then I was to begin with. I am managing well on my salary, thanks to this oh-so-cheap room that I found. I am meeting some people but don't have quite enough time to be really social. The main thing that bothers me is that I have to share the kitchen. Doesn't that sounds neurotic? I hate going into the kitchen with cooking in mind and finding two people in there already. I apparently am very shy about my cooking and eating habits and really don't like people watching me. And I certainly don't like competing for the space! Arg, it drives me nuts. It is bad enough sometimes to just forgo a meal entirely. Luckily Dawn does most of the cooking when she is here, but I really miss cooking. I love making something and then getting to enjoy it afterwards. I miss cooking! In that regard, I really wish I had my own apartment.

On a non-related note, I have decided to write a book. As a certain someone I met here would say, "I'm going to be a novelist." I haven't decided exactly what I will write but I know it will deal with conservation. Any ideas? I figure I will just start writing and see where it takes me. No you can't read it yet. Because it's not done. In fact, it isn't even started. Wish me luck!