last days of eau claire
in june, the summer seemed impossibly long; a marathon of beer drinking. my social calendar was full, and I spent my time divided between the river and the bar, putting the scottish thoughts out of my head until the last possible second.
I’d guess that’s now.
we had a nice little going away party for me, graciously attended by thirty of my closest friends. still, it didn’t really hit home that I was about to pack up and jump across the pond until I started moving things out of the house. holly guided me through seven or so boxes of detritus and tyler drew mustaches on the babies plastered on a huggie’s box full of books.
I’ve been gathering all the necessary bits of information to guide me on my journey; flight seems entirely bureaucratic. I’ve printed off a boarding pass and attempted to maintain a strong collection of identifying documents in order to thwart the already emotionally taxing ballet of airport security and customs.
what scares me are the interchanges, hopping off of a flight in chicago and making it to the transatlantic, avoiding the crowds in amsterdam so that I can jet to glasgow international and then, somehow, finding my way across an unfamiliar city with one hundred twenty pounds of luggage to my supposed rented room without offending too many locals with my brash accent and, I don’t know, wrong color shirt or something.
I’ll be updating this blog as much as I can, which can hopefully amount to one post every two days, or some ratio equally verbose. I intend to take a lot of pictures.
if I am inspired in glasgow, which I sincerely hope to be, I’ll be updating poetry and prose on allourfailures. watch my flickr and twitter with similar tenacity. the phone number listed under the contacts dropdown is my google voice account. I encourage you to leave me encouraging voicemails while I am abroad. I’ve got a skype, too: “cjkrueger.”
if I develop any other internet presences, I will be sure to let you know about them. drop me a line on facebook. email me. in this century, the internet is a link across the ocean, make good use of it, or not, whatever.
if possible, I intend to post immediately about my transatlantic journey on the 3rd. wish me luck.
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