Being out in the woods can be very relaxing. There’s a different rhythm out there. I feel less distracted and more in tune with the environment. There’s still a constant groan of a generator, but it doesn’t mask the sound of Lunes calling each other at twilight.

I was content with the downloads on my phone for entertainment. I had a routine with my husband and kids for contact. Then I clicked on a link sent by a friend. But it wasn’t sent by her. And I got majorly hacked.

Part of the problem was that I didn’t even realize it till almost four days later when I went back to town. It could be sometime before I get access to my social media account.

In some ways being closed off to one of the world’s biggest social media platform is a relief. The content hasn’t been good lately and I really only use it to keep in touch with people I don’t see anymore. But in another way, it is disconcerting. So much of my story lives on that account. My husband told me he went to our xhat and my side of it was gone. An entire history of our relationship that we referenced often had disappeared.

I don’t know if I will have to start over or if I will be granted access to my account. I’m hoping for the latter. But in the meantime, I write a blog from deep in New Brunswick timber land, hoping I can find a way to share it with friends and family.

Published by Clarisa

Traveler, Writer, Cook, Mariner, Veteran

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