Tag Archives: trains

yorkshire // york, scarborough, moors, a walrus

I’m pretty sure my desire to visit Yorkshire is like 90% based on my love for The Secret Garden as a kid. And an adult. One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now … Continue reading

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Somewhere back in [indistinct noises], when I was still in [more indistinct noises], someone mentioned the Hay Festival in Wales. And so I idly looked it up and immediately was like holy shit, Eddie Izzard! And then holy HOLY shit, … Continue reading

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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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