this morning #687.

this morning, since all good things must come to an end, she took one last look around the cabin & pulled the door closed behind her. it had been a hell of a run. starting with her first night staying here, a night when she swore up a storm at her now-ex & then swore up & down that she could survive alone up here just fine. she’d managed to. her stay still presented challenges though. early on, the loneliness was quite crippling. eventually, she found solace in her solitary existence. joy came soon enough. nirvana soon followed. now, after six months, she was highly hesitant about having to interact with other humans. they would likely just get in the way.