MY FAKE HOME AND THE SKIN SEWING CLASS
I’ve been lax about posting to the blog lately but just discovered photos that I haven’t shared yet that you all might enjoy. I’ve been here for 14 ½ months, so through a full cycle of the seasons and activities of Barrow. It all seems so familiar now, as if there’s no point in rewriting about what you read about last year about this time. I have to remember though that little occasional peeks into life here isn’t the same as experiencing it every day. I still love most everything about life here, of course except for missing my family in the “lower 48” = ). The quality of time I’m able to spend with them is much higher though with no job to drive to while there or no classes to attend. Sometimes I wonder why I’m here and other times I really can’t imagine working anywhere else. The snow has such a cheering affect. I walk out the door in the morning and pedal down the dark street, packed hard with snow and ice, and think that this really must be the most wonderful pla