I have woken up before my alarm again, as per tradition. I sit up and look around my room, half expecting to see my old office, papers all over the floor because I forgot to clear up the night before. But no, I am in my room, sitting on my bed, sheets comfortably pulled up to my waist. I slip out of them and sigh. It has been a while since I slept in a bed. Of course, my penchant for falling asleep at a desk, working late into the night, is no help whatsoever. “Right, what am I going to do for…” I check my phone to see how early I woke up, “Two hours now?” I said to myself. Two things immediately caught my eye: my backpack with most of my notes and my luggage with all of my personal belongings. Ah, who am I kidding? There is no way I am clearing my luggage out; I live out of my suitcase even when I return home anyway. I grabbed my backpack, pulled out my notebooks and my file with my rough maps, and started rearranging them again. Station 1 is located in a pretty expansive region of th...
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