Traveling internationally by yourself is a little rough, so
I’ll try to make this quick. On a kind
of dark, ridiculously hot morning late in July, I set off for Canada armed with
only a kayak and some clothes to a foreign land full of even more white people
than America, yep it’s possible, welcome to Ontario. After about 3 hours of waiting around in
Toronto, rewatching a bunch of movies on the plane, and a slow shuttle ride
through the rain, I arrived at keenerville only a week late.
Coming in to keeners a has been…let’s just say an
interesting experience. The first day I
got here it was a little intimidating, especially living in the den of
testosterone, hormones, mountain dew, Nutella, moist dishes, and dripping wet
gear that is whitehouse. Yep, that’s
where I’m living right now. It is pretty
fun times. I have basically everything
Owen has said to me for the past 5 days permanently scarred deep into my brain,
some jokes just can’t be un-thought. But
it’s okay, I’m beginning to recover slowly.
The shower situation is also smells a little bit like sulfur and makes a
low grunting sound as the water flows down.
Let’s just say that living in whitehouse has been sort of like listening
to the same Shakira song every day for hours on end. I have sort of gotten used
to the rhythm, random bursts of Spanish (from Lorenzo), and strangely very
sexual vibes. (ask whitehouse people about the cracker game).
Okay, new update.
Since Wednesday and the infamous keener Walmart trip, life at whitehouse
has taken a turn for the better. The
food situation is substantially improved and we now have basically an endless
supply of chicken nuggets, watermelon, and Ben and Jerries. We have a new dog or perrito that Lorenzo
seriously considers to be a pig who snorts but is kind of sad but also kind of
cute. Things are looking up.
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