the harbor (ic comm)

I grew up on this side of the country, so you'd think I'd be used to life out here. The weather, the people. New England's a whole different world from Philadelphia, though it's similar enough to feel like what I grew up with. Hell of a lot more similar than Wyoming, that's for sure. But it's not Wyoming. I guess I never realized that the big skies out there got under my skin the way they did until I wasn't there anymore, and I still haven't shaken it.

At least Fairharbor has the same sort of small town vibe where everyone knows who you are, and not just because you're a cop. That's something.

Well, Pooch had her pups this mornin, so before long we'll have a pack of young'uns running around, gettin the farm ready for the other young'un we're waitin on. They won't be ready to be adopted out for some weeks yet, but if any of you are wantin a dog, now's the time to speak up. There's five, and I'm keepin one, so if Cullen and Thayet want another one there's two spoken for, leavin three for the rest of you.

Been told that Wilsons're startin their haunted corn maze this comin weekend, so there's that to do if you fancy gettin scared, and we've got a good crop of pumpkins for those of you who go that way. Been thinkin about having a harvest sort of shindig out here, with a bonfire and a hayride.

I had more words than I thought I did. Never know what to say on here for the world to see. Hi, world.

texts to castiel:

» Hey
» Good news and bad news
» Good news, Dad's here and he's crashing with us for a bit until he finds a place
» Bad news, Dad's crashing with us and I didn't tell him
» About whatever
» And that's not something he needs to hear right now, so we're
» You know