He decided that he had enough of society so he moved to the forest and built a house. He did not have his house finished by his first winter, so he only used the walls as wind breaks to keep him warm. Lucky for him it was not a cold winter.
He spent most of his time either reading or studying the river and other surrounding features that he lived by. He liked to do this because the transcendentalists believed nature was essential to life.
During the cold seasons and also when he was just resting inside he enjoyed to write about his findings in nature. He wrote poems about the seasons and how that changed the landscape. He noticed that each season was consistent from one year to the next.
'I would see the moonlight amid the mountains, but I do not wish to" (Thoreau 374). Although he was curious about nature he was content with what he had and what he had established on his own, so he decided not to push the limits.
Since he lived alone, he relied heavily on himself and the only person he had to talk to was himself. He really broke down why people act the way they do. He realized it was okay to stick out and not always follow the way others do.
Even though he was not in agreement with how everyone else acted and what they believed in, he still believed in their goodness. He liked how people started to keep history of things that were happened in nature, that was something he saw eye to eye with in society.