Coming back from wilderness trips was reminiscent of coming back from vacation. There was the same strange distance you feel after a long time from home. I suppose Chewonki in a way has become a home. It has been a month, and already I feel as comfortable settling into my bed here as my own at home. South Hall, or SoHo if you’re into the whole brevity thing, has fantastic feng shui, and once one passes through the mudroom, an ambiance that will rock you to your core. There is always food of sort, be it banana bread from relatives or apples from the Dining Hall. There is always music, be it jam session on the couch or speakers on the table. And most importantly, there is always someone there. Coming from a boarding school, it was a little strange to be in a cabin with five other boys instead of just a roommate, but one acclimates quickly. This week we have been assigned to farm chores, which means rising in the early morning to go grab coffee and then milk, feed, water, muck and compost. It would be a rough awakening except for the fact that each morning at six my bunkmate quickly turns off his alarm and plays a mellow tune. It’s the perfect way to start the day.