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Moldova // MolDOGva

Why is it that I sleep better on a tiny couchette in a rattling train through Romania and Moldova than I do in an actual bed in an actual home? Even with the 3am passport control and changing of the fucking … Continue reading

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halcyon & on & on & on…

One week countdown commences! I am still woefully unprepared, of course. Actually, I’m not in awful shape. I think I have everything vital either done or scheduled; I still would like a haircut and one more back therapy session, but … Continue reading

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sonder (n.)

The lounge car in this train is eerily empty and silent, considering it’s not even 10:30 in the evening.  There’s one man gazing out the window at the other end, somebody else bent over their laptop, and I think someone’s … Continue reading

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End of hostel era

I’m sitting in a hostel across the street from King Street Station.  It is probably the last one I’ll be in for awhile, which is a strange feeling.  The walls are aggressively yellow, and it smells like something cruciferous is … Continue reading

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Seattle: things and stuff

God, I just want to relax. It’s been 88 days since I had my own space, though even that, it’s been many years since that tiny bedroom in a town I hate felt like my own.  And it’s been 388 … Continue reading

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Reno: is this even real?

I think my experience in Reno is best summed up by a comment I made to a friend: “Being in Reno is so much more like being in Reno than I had anticipated.” It’s like a bizarre mix of Daytona Beach and South of the … Continue reading

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Day 32: actively refusing to quote Grateful Dead lyrics here

One month ago from yesterday I picked up my backpack and my bike, hugged my parents and cried a little at my cat, and got on the train in Florida.  Now I am again surrounded by blue skies and palm trees, only on the other ocean. Florida, New … Continue reading

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