Well, today I got the shock of my life. The Box, the great metal lift I came up in, after a week of sitting on the surface, went down.

It was followed by one of the most tense hours I've had since I woke up to this new life. Would the box come back up? Would it have another person in it? Would they hate me? Would the box come up at all? Would it come up with one of those nightmarish monsters from outside the walls?

Eventually, there was an ear-splitting wailing alarm, and the box came up. I opened the great metal flaps, wondering what I would find. Turns out, there wasn't anyone in it. But there was food, clothing, seeds, another knife and more rope. Also, A bucket! ~Does happy dance~

Apparently, whoever sent me here is intending to send me a few supplies each week. Or this could be a once off. Who knows? I wonder what the situation is like in the rest of the world. Am I a prisoner? A criminal? Or is this place a safe haven for me?

At least my garden will be better after this.

When I came up, I had seeds for carrots, beans (climbing and bush), peas, and pumpkin. Plus I planted the cores of the apples I ate, although I don't know my success rate on those, or whether they will be nice when the come up. That's the downside to growing trees, the seeds are very unreliable. I could get a perfect tree, ore something more resembling a crab-apple, and I won't know until they fruit.

Today, they've sent me corn, cucumbers, watermelon, potatoes, and two potted trees, although I'm not sure what type they are. I guess my garden is going to get bigger. It's a good thing I've already started planting in it.

The past two days have been productive. Admittedly, rather uneventful, but I've managed to get every animal into their pens, fix the fence where a cow broke it, build a couple of nests for the chickens, start a fire, and plant some seeds. Carrying water has quite difficult, but now I have a bucket, I shouldn't have many problems.

The bucket is a godsend. With it I can water both plants and animals. Whoever is up there, I think I love them.

Now knowing that the Box can indeed go down, I worked solidly all morning, hauling stuff out of the box and into my house. I don't want the chance of it going down and taking my precious supplies with it.

I haven't done much on my house, unfortunately. I've been that busy looking after the animals and making my garden I've only spent time in my house to eat and sleep. Thankfully the walls I already had are high enough to direct the wind away from me.

Now that I have more food, and there's a chance I'll get more each week. Perhaps I won't, but the possibility is there, and the supplies have taken the urgency out of my food situation.

I now have the time to ponder my future. Over the next week, I think I'll need to sort out water channels to my paddocks and garden. Carting water is rather irritating, and I'm sick of it. It'll take me a lot of time to dig channels, but time is one thing I do have.

I've been wondering about the box. Will I ever have company? If I came up this way, then surely others can. What would it be like, having another girl around the place? I would have someone to help me, sure, but what if they didn't want to do what I wanted?

I rather like being in charge. Perhaps that is a flaw of mine, but it's true. I like being able to make my own decisions, and not have them questioned. What if the other person felt the same?

If this place is to support just me, then that won't be a challenge very soon. More people would be difficult.

It's more challenging to let out just two cows now, so I've tethered them on an area I hope to expand my garden into. They'll get the grass down, instead of leaving me to do it, and I can use them to pull my trees.

There are many things I wonder about, and I have so many questions, but there is no one I can possibly ask them of.

How long will I be here?

One side of me is quite content. Why even think about stirring up trouble? You have a perfect life here. You live in a world where you have no responsibility to anyone except yourself and your animals, no fee for living in a place where everything is provided for.

Perhaps this is heaven?

The other side of me, a little less optimistic, snorts in derision. Heaven? You've got to be kidding. What kind of heaven has monsters outside the doors each night? What kind of heaven leaves it's subject, singular, without any personal memories?

I fear it is a question I will never have answered, and the war between the sides will never be won. Is it better to have a piece of land that supplies all my needs, leaving me with no responsibility to anyone? To live without troubles, or worries, or bad memories of the past?

Or is it better to have emotions, questions, and a family of people to love and care for? Troubles, yes, but also growth. Without pain, how can I learn, or find joy?

Enough philosophical wondering. I have a garden to plant, and that won't change either way. My garden is my place to forget my thoughts and lose myself in the feel and smell of young plants, to relax and let the world turn however it wishes.

The other upside to being alone: I've discovered I'm lactose intolerant. What a bummer. (Pun intended.)

Let's just say it's probably a good thing I'm the only person around here right now.