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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Days 54-55: Locals in Fairbanks

The next day I tried to sleep in but the people above me were incredibly loud, stomping all over the floor. Frustrated, I headed out for a riverboat cruise. When I arrived, there were many buses and lots of people lining up to board the huge boat. One bus had a sign that read PrincessContinue reading “Days 54-55: Locals in Fairbanks”

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