Day 73: Misophonia, Glaciers, and a Familiar Face

I flew into Anchorage just after midnight and grabbed an Uber to my Airbnb. My driver was born and raised in Anchorage and said the “winters aren’t that bad.” He loves it there. My Airbnb was in the basement level of a house and had its own entrance on the side. It was very darkContinue reading “Day 73: Misophonia, Glaciers, and a Familiar Face”

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