Tag: travel journal
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Day Twenty-Six
The other morning I put on a shirt I have not worn in a few months. This proved to be a stressful event that plagued my day. The shirt was snug. It was not snug a few months ago. So then I put on a pair of shorts that I also haven’t worn for a…
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Day Twenty-Five
Last Thursday, when I was lounging and scrolling on the internets, I added putting more pages to this site on my to-do list. Maybe an about me page, a summary of my Tuscarora Trail and Laurel Highlands Trail hikes, maybe a bit on the Peak District hiking from last summer…lots of adventures to write about.…
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Day Twenty-Four
Tonight we enjoyed Stall-a-Palooza. From 8PM until 11PM, I cranked out poem after poem at my Bad Poetry stall. I barely looked up. It’s almost midnight now and I am spent. I’ll share more about Stall-a-Palooza soon, but now I must sleep. For three hours she wrote Poem after poem. Good ones and bad ones.…
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Day Twenty-Two
Every other week on Wednesdays, we have trivia night at Gallagher’s, the station pub. This is something I look forward to and enjoy, though I am not always the best contributor. That said, our team is pretty dang good and there has only been one evening when we did not leave with the trophy. The…
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Day Twenty-One
After a doozy of a couple days, today was a pretty good day. I had deja vu typing that. I feel like I am up-down, up-down constantly down here lately and it’s kind of exhausting, but I got a good night’s sleep last night and slept in a bit this morning, too. Enough sleep always…
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Day Twenty
My heart has been heavy lately, as the days breeze by and the one-year anniversary of my Nana’s passing approaches. This time last year was such an emotional roller coaster for me; Dad’s liver transplant granting him an extension on life and Nana fading into the end of hers, as Parkinson’s took her away. I…
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Day Nineteen
That feeling of wanting to belong has been present ever since I got to Christchurch back in October. It makes sense; new job, new coworkers, new home, new friends, new everything. In some ways, many ways, when I got sober almost six years ago, I had to learn how to live all over again. And…
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Day Eighteen
I made it seven months and eleven days down here before I caved and put on an adult onesie. Hell hath indeed frozen over. And I guess that’s where the party is. To top it off, it was a Pokemon onesie. I have never watched Pokemon, but I have watched heaps of adult children down…
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Day Sixteen
I spend a fair amount of time in my head down here. Maybe I do up there, too. I’m usually overanalyzing or overthinking something and it’s usually something about myself that the antagonist has brought to my attention. It can get pretty uncomfortable. Self-awareness cuts both ways. It is nice to have the awareness, but…
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Day Fifteen
I’m convinced that the storm sucked the energy out of me. I never doubted that the weather affects us as humans, but if ever there was subconscious doubt, it’s gone. The storm is gone, too, and my energy is back, relatively speaking. Hello and Goodbye -98F. It was 0 Fahrenheit today and it felt like…
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