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By Lucy It is impossible to communicate to you a conception of the trembling sensation, half pleasurable and half fearful, with which I am preparing to depart […] I have often attributed my attachment to, my passionate enthusiasm for, the dangerous mysteries of ocean to that production of the most imaginative of modern poets. There…
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By Lucy I woke up early Thursday. I’d decided to rebook my bus ticket, which meant buying a second bus ticket. Well, maybe they would have let me hop on the earlier bus for free, but I wasn’t risking it. I packed quickly in the dark, then headed down to the bus back to town.…
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By Lucy Pre-Whistler I was awoken by hunger. That’s been happening more and more frequently lately. And I’m still losing weight; my pants are loose again. I slunk down to the kitchen and waited for breakfast to be ready. Still quiet here. Once I was full, I gathered up my laundry and got everything in,…
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By Lucy Time to pack up and ship out. I almost regretted heading out. I was kinda getting used to being here. But this is a two-fer; not only was I saving money, but I was netting myself an easy good review, which would be helpful in the future. Getting that first housesit can be…
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By Lucy Note: I’m running out of space to store pictures on my posts, so I’ve decided to delete the pictures on my older posts to make space. I won’t delete the pictures from the UK trip, but probably the ones before and after. So if you want to read them, do it now! So…
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By Lucy So there I was, seated in the station with all my worldly belongings. Now what? An attendant came by and noticed me looking lost. “The platform is closed from 8 to 9. And if you are boarding for the first time with us here, we don’t board until 9.” Sounds good. I sat…
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By LucyApologies for the length of this post; it covers more than a week of time! I couldn’t sleep Friday night. My luggage breaking the night before really threw me for a loop. There was a lot that could go wrong this time, and I was lacking the motivation that had driven me to New…
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By Lucy When I do get to sleep, I sleep surprisingly well. Nonetheless, I miss being in Fort Frances already. The money, the large bedroom to myself. The soundproofing in that place was pretty mint as well. And Kyle. It’s impossible to go from being together 24/7 to not seeing him at all, and not…
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By Lucy I woke up around 4 on Sunday and heard someone breathing softly beside me. I shrieked and sat up. Gah! Where am I? Who is that? The room took shape around me. I was in Fort Frances. Kyle was sleeping beside me. Wait, what? Half awake, he sleepily rolled over and wrapped an…
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By Lucy Of course, I still wake up alone. Boy is it hard to pin this guy down, in more ways than one. I still can’t decide if he’s a good guy who wears a black cloak a la Batman, or a bad guy who is very, very good at manipulating people. One thing is…
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