I’ve been in Florida (or atleast the east coast) for around a month now. Sadly nothing too exciting has happened. The first few weeks were surprisingly slow, and frustrating. I unwillingly (because of my cousins’ high-need scheduel planning) pack-jammed my days with nonstop swamp-exploring, turtle-catching, and boardgame-domination. Needless-to-say it was all super fun, i just didnt have enough time to rest and catch up with myself so i found myself exhausted at the end of the day. Me and Peter are sleeping on a fold out bed in the living room, which has added to my tiredness; not only because of the 3 bars-of-death jamming themselves into my mid-torso, but the fact that the bed is located in the living room (the main meeting place for morningpeople). I find myself waking up to a nasty temper. I think its a stupid thing to loose my sanctification over, so the most recent addition to my Florida sleeping pattern, is a pillow, blanket, and a nice carpet in the corner of the antique room. Though the ‘bed’ isnt as comfortable, im a much nicer person to be around now:D