Yeah, that's a stove on the front porch
I've always wanted to say that, I'm not sure why. It's especially strange when you consider my aversion to things (cars, beds, anything that implies permanence). At any rate, this statement couldn't be less true. Pictured here is "my" duplex, in that I will live here, but truly nothing about this place is "mine." For starters, I have yet to give my landlord any money. The truth is, I don't have his rent and wont until I get paid next month. He's fine with this and is not even charging me rent for the month of August. What else? Oh yeah, everything in the house, including pots, pans, silverware, the bed, the bedding, EVERYTHING was either already in the house or has been given to me by the extremely generous people of Prince of Wales Island. Another major contributor to all of my stuff has of course been my MOTHER, who sent me china cups, sharp knives, and tea among other things. She is the best. My landlord gave me permission to paint the duplex and to take any time and supplies off my rent. Let the painting commence!
So it's kind of strange having my own place. This fact combined with the reality that I start my teaching inservice tomorrow almost makes me feel like an adult.
For whatever reason, the prior tenant wanted hand prints on the kitchen walls. I have since painted the kitchen red. The paint was donated by the mother of the student that I've been tutoring.
It hasn't been all roses and sunshine for me here on POW Island. Island life has definitely taken some getting use to. For starters, there are a fixed amount of things on the island, I think this is one of the reasons that everybody is so generous. I literally could not buy a broom the other day because both stores that sell brooms were out, just one example. It's kind of hard to get my mind around. I went to the only thrift store on the island, OMG, it was like something out of a movie, everything was at least 25 years old and broken, I couldn't believe they were even trying to sell some of this shit, but again, there are a fixed number of items, everything my be recycled because it's kind of a bitch to get anything over here.
Other struggles include that fact that there are a lot of really religious people (Fundi Alert) who populate this island. I made the mistake of going to church with one of my teaching friends because I stayed with him and his family for the weekend. This was a mistake because then the principal of the school (on the completely other side of the island) was all like, "Oh my son saw you at church, do you normally go to church?" And then I have to be like, "No, I don't." And then there's this kind of awkward silence, this has happened several times. It should be said, however, that they are all really nice people. It's just strange to constantly be asked whether or not I go to church and what church I belong to (because you know it's a competition). I mean does it matter? Apparently it does.
Also, I've completely forgotten about the fact that it is August and suppose to be summer. It has really felt like fall since I got here, moderate temp and wet. Tonight there is a big storm blowing in !! Small craft advisory and flood warning, I love a good storm.
Well, there are countless stories that I would love to retell but I have to get up early tomorrow for Archery Training, WOOT WOOT!!
Peace from Tongass National Forest and Beyond