Desole.

It's been a while. I've been sans computer, waiting patiently for my new one to arrive.

Which means I've had more time to devote to reading actual books, cleaning, being productive, and writing in a real-time journal.

In one of the books I started reading the author mentioned the story of Sam Hill. A man who built a gorgeous museum in the middle of nowhere (the middle of Washington state to be exact) and it sounded familiar. Turns out I visited the museum when I was 13. It left a really profound impression on me, but I could never remember the name. I would like to visit the Mary Hill Museum this spring.