Tag: travel journal
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Day Seventy-One
You know how we all have that voice that lives in our head? Like the one you are hearing right now, as you read these words. I don’t know about ya’ll, but that voice can be so exhausting. Sometimes I hear it and I am like damn, that is good stuff, you need to write…
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Day Seventy
Seventy days of entries. I don’t know how I feel about that. It hasn’t been easy, but it has been a journey. It’s given me a responsibility that I didn’t fully understand when I initially committed to the project. There have been days were I thought I couldn’t do it. Days where I had nothing…
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Day Sixty-Nine
Wahhhhh. Today I am whiney. I am grumpy. I am tired. I am bored. I am restless. Irritable. Discontent. Lol. Funny, not funny. Even the hallways are annoying me today. The smallness of this space. Walking in the same circles. Seeing the same faces. Hearing the same voices. Eating the same food. Watch out for…
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Day Sixty-Eight
I started writing this post last night after my weekly yoga class and as of last night it began, Big day today!…but turns out it was just a normal day instead. Last summer, in the months leading up to heading down here, there were lots of Zoom calls with various departments and management teams across…
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Day Sixty-Seven
Eek! I had the best aurora experience after lunch today. One of the firefighters stopped by the store and asked if I’d seen them, when I said I had not, he said they are doing their thing right out the front door. So, I threw my big red on, asked him to watch the store…
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Day Sixty-Six
I received some more questions from Hilary-yay! Why is the station called McMurdo? This is a great question. I didn’t know the answer either, so we are all learning something together here. I am going to share directly from good ol’Wiki on this. Mcmurdo takes its name from its geographic location on McMurdo Sound, named after…
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Day Sixty-Five
Weather update. It’s -22F with a wind chill of -48F. Honestly, it feels nice out when the wind isn’t blowing. I’m to the point that I can run a bag of trash out the front door in just a fleece rather than my big red jacket. It does not cease to amaze me at how…
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Day Sixty-Four
Let me tell you what the good word is. After numerous failed attempts to get a birthday call in to Mumsie, I realized the phone jack was slightly askew from the port. After clicking it back into place, I successfully dialed me Mumsie and had a good ol’Birthday chat with her. I sure do miss…
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Day Sixty-Three
Day off, yay! Also, it’s me Mum’s birthday-Happy Birthday Mumsie! I called her yesterday and wished her a happy birthday from the future, since we are a day ahead down here. Sadly, the phone lines aren’t working today so I can’t connect, but I am glad we got a quick chat in yesterday. Miss you…
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Day Sixty-Two
I received a couple more questions from the one and only Francesca. Where does the poop go? The poop goes across station in overland poop pipes to the wastewater treatment facility. It is macerated upon arrival and then goes through the appropriate tanks before being flushed out the backdoor and into the sea. Any leftover…