I’m a rather boring person. I don’t have any hobbies, unless reading and drinking coffee count as hobbies. I don’t go clubbing, I don’t drink or smoke or do drugs. I know how to salsa (not very well, but well enough to stay with the beat). I can speak to you in Russian and I can tell you where we are if we get lost. I can read sheet music but I don’t play any instruments anymore. I can’t sing for shit.

I wonder if hiking is a hobby. If so, then I can say that I’m an excellent hiker. I take photographs, but I think that’s mostly an exercise in frustration, and not a hobby.

On an unrelated note, I hope to start dating when I get to Roanoke. Unfortunately, I’m kind of boring, which doesn’t help my case. Surprisingly, after being single for almost nine months, I feel much better about myself. I’ve always needed to be with someone. As a kid, I imagined being married at 25.