These five hours of actually being in here, as opposed to pretending, are long. Quite long.
Old songs and some a bit newer came up on Pandora's "90's rock" station as I wrote. Strange to think how strongly I once felt. Strange to feel so differently now. I even put some of the old songs back on the iPod today. No more ninth grade, post-surgery burn, senior year at WSUC. Just the girl trying to be real. All of it carried with her.
I keep up the map of the Adirondacks to remind myself of where I am. It won't be long.