Well its been 3 years since my last journal according to furaffinity... I don't know where I should start... I've been wanting to keep a semi frequent log about what is going on in my life, and I find it easier to record things here. My life has been quite a sporadic mess the past couple of years. After being discharged from the Navy (honorably of course) I found myself working at a junkyard answering phones and driving a tow truck. It was actually a nice outlet for me, as I had started working on a 1973 Ford Gran Torino and bartering for parts and knowledge is almost a spiritual experience. After spending a year dodging tetanus, and developing an ulcer from stress I quit, and consolidated most of my earthly possessions into a dilapidated motor-home from the late 70's. I drove it and my car out to my parents place, and started designing a yurt to go put out in the woods and become a hermit. I built the yurt on my parent's land only intending to keep it up for about a week, but it turned out to be so neat that I ended up moving out of the motor-home right away. My yurt had no foundation underneath it, just bare earth and grass, which turns out to be a very neat way to live. I felt like some sort of druid, or a hobbit in his hole. I stayed in the yurt for the spring, summer, and part of fall of 2016, until I moved to Oregon with my now owner. I moved to Oregon, enrolled in college for the second time in my life, and became collared to my new owner.