We stayed in Wellington last night. I don’t miss the city. The first night out of the farm I slept awful. People were outside our window until 3 AM drinking and being loud. I asked politely if they could keep it down a little, but they just laughed at me and continued being annoying. I miss the quiet, peacefulness of the laughing horse. I cried that night; I want to go back to the woods. Last night our hostel was above a bar, I took an Ambien and slept great, but I had to fall asleep to the sounds of club music and people drinking in the streets rather than singing of the cicadas and crickets. Tonight we are in Rotorua. It wreaks of Sulfur, or for better description, rotten eggs. There are hot pools all around the town and it makes the whole place stink. We go to the Waitomo caves tomorrow so that should be fun. I’m ready to be back on a farm. Daniel leaves in a few days, I have enjoyed his company but I am also excited to just hang out with myself. I miss my alone time and just doing whatever I want to do. I’ve become so much more introverted as I’ve gone farther into my spiritual journey. I love who I have become. Peaceful, grounded, conscious and aware, just overall happy. I love growing as a person. I love life, even if I do get annoyed with the sounds of cities at night. I think I’m just meant to be in the woods. I love the woods, it’s where I feel most at home.