I’m in a small upstairs loft in a house in a city of less than 400 in Alaska.
As I walked out of the airport this evening, I was pleasantly struck with the most beautiful weather I’ve felt in months. When I first decided I was coming to Alaska, I really wanted to do a bunch of backpacking, but oddly enough, as I walked out of the airport into the beautiful air, extreme green all around, I didn’t feel as much a need to go and DO anything. The city itself is beautiful enough.
The room I’m staying in is very similar to how I imagined it, an old little upstairs room with a sloped ceiling. Part of me wants to just chill at this house, but also explore the entire state.
The mind is a fickle thing.