When In Homeside_John only 'likes' his house_sTrangers meeting in Bolivia_Chasing the Sun
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When In Homeside
The impending challenges that burdened the trek across the border eased with timely reconciliation to my new land. Swept up in the migratory tide to Hamilton, Ontario, Canada and suitably ensconced two years later, I now share the experience to assuage the many others in similar transit.I had been renting in adjacent Toronto and sought to purchase at hand, but real estate values hovering just north of the Pole Star motivated a search elsewhere. I thus set forth for “Steel Town”, the gritty, industrial neighbor to Toronto’s west.The boundary between the municipalities is as palpable as the mi...
John only 'likes' his house
It wasn’t unknown that John had a certain despondence about him during the winter. It sunk slowly into his heart in September and only truly lifted in mid-march. Like an ever present shadow in his head, it made him moody to say the least. The kind of moody you lost hours in. How he decided that a night shift would help was beyond him. But he felt like he was getting better, it was edging into the time of year when he could really think again. When he got back into his seasonal work. Finally having a home even just to wallow in was enjoyable, if just faintly. Even if the draft matched it’s ru...
sTrangers meeting in Bolivia
I had just gotten off a bus in the middle of no where. When I mean no where. I mean I had no clue as to where the h, I was at. And? Well, I was hungry. So, I went along the road until I came upon a hostel. A hostel in the middle of nowhere. To be precious I was in the middle of no where Bolivia. And? To make matter worse my Spanish is worse than my English.And thus I came upon this hostel and knocked on the window. The door being barred shut from the inside. I could hear muffled voices in Spanish. And their requests and my replies would have made a great comedy act some place and sometime. But...
Chasing the Sun
The grandson was looking out of the window, down at the woods twww.onedoor.cchat ran through his wildest imaginations."Hey!" a voice shouts from behind him.He turns to see his grandpa standing in the doorway."What are you doing up this late at night?" Grandpa questioned."I can't fall asleep, can you tell me a story?" the grandson asked.“There once was a great shining knight…” Grandpa started before being interrupted by his grandson.“I’ve already heard this story before, can you tell a different one this time, Grandpa?” the grandson pleaded with beading eyes. “Alright,” Grandpa said before putting down the ...