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Gearing Up

Gearing Up

Today was my last proper day of class and the lucky beans are back on the sidewalks. There is one more assignment to be handed in – a whale-esque 5,000 word nonfiction piece – but barring some intervention from the gods of unanticipated disasters, I can...
One Week. Packed.

One Week. Packed.

One week. Seven days and I am off. Adventure waits, pouncing every night in my dreams and growing ever more pervasive as the remaining days fade one after another. But I am not without progress. With forex obtained and visas (except for you Sudan, yes you. I’m...
38 Days. First Aid.

38 Days. First Aid.

38 days remaining.  No clever mathematical symbolism in that number (that I can work out), I’m afraid. As the clock counts down, real life is beginning to behave oddly at the edges, like the period just before the end of a dream, when you feel what you thought...