volume 7: trapped in a postcard

may-september 2017

i ran away from ithaca to work in alaska for a summer. i was running away from my problems, which were definitely not my fault. ithaca was to blame, and my job, my sister, and my stifling, boring, normal routine.

so i got a job as a housekeeper at a lodge near denali…

where within a few weeks, i was binging on sugar, smoking way too much pot, resenting my coworkers, and watching my hard-won physical and spiritual progress go swirling down the drain like the Comet i used to scrub the toilets. i met a great guy, but i just wasn’t in the right place for a relationship. what can i say? not every adventure is a winner, and you can’t just pack up and leave your problems behind. womp-womp.