Something to Tide You Over

The village soon to come. For now, here's a little something that I'd written in the north that I never got the chance to post.

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Regarding my tenements: I'm actually quite pleased with my room. It's maybe 20 feet by 20 feet square. Walking in, there's a queen-sized bed against the far end of the right wall, an arm chair just a few feet from the headboard (still to the right side, walking in), and two windows-- one on the far wall opposite the door, and another to the far right in the same wall as the door, with a mirror betwixt the two.

Turning the immediate corner left of the door: Another door leading to the bathroom, one half with sing and toilet, the other half a shower-- or rather a hole in the floor for drainage, with a calcium-caked aluminum shower head above and a squeaky valve in the wall directly below. My water WAS running, but it got away, and I failed to catch it; I left the morning after that night when it left me, and when I later returned I found a large bucket filled to the top waiting for me in the shower. To wash I'd dip a white work shirt (already stained from past labor) in the water, squeeze it out a bit, and squirt a good few tablespoons of body wash on top of the then damp shirt. I'd rinse later rinse with the same shirt, dunk my head in the bucket, and use the leftover greywater to flush my toilet when necessary.

Against the same wall, a good five feet to the right a desk and chair share real estate with the bathroom door. Atop the table is a white lace cloth, and atop the cloth is an old Sony Trinitron. It's broken, and I've got socks hanging from the antennae. Next to the T.V. are 3 bottles of flavored milk-- the chocolate milk here is better than any brand I've yet tasted in the states-- it's like less-viscous chocolate pudding. I enjoyed a bottle of that with some lime wafer cookies one night.

As I write this long-hand, I'm sitting up with my motel-issue blue, white, orange and mustard-yellow floral bed sheet draped over my lap, notebook resting atop my left leg. Hanging suspended from an electrical cord are two white glow-sticks given to me by David before we set out for the north.

And there we were at last, our arduous journey over... or just beginning? Sorry, I hate to sound cliche...