Tag: travelogue
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Day Twenty-Seven
As I sat down to write this, I realized tomorrow is my Friday and shook my head in disbelief at how quickly the week went by. The summer did not go by anywhere near as quickly as the winter season is going by. I know I’ve said that before, but it is worth noting again…
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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-Three
The last time I looked at the clock last night, it was 5-freakin-AM. I don’t know what’s up with the shitty sleep schedule, but it’s real special. I managed four hours of solid sleep and was convinced I was going to be a disaster today. Much to my surprise, that turned out to not be…
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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 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 Seventeen
The first thing I thought when I woke up today was, ew, you’ve got to take down yesterday’s entry. Being Saturday, I had to make a move and get to my coffee shift, so I left the thought hanging out in bed as I bundled up to head to Southern (the coffee house). Coffee is…
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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…