One foot in Jackson, one in Chile, and another in Lander. Three places and times. Three legged things are supposed to be lucky and balanced, right? You are what you believe.
Life is sweet! Snow and chocolate and skiing. When I walk down Redmound St. every morning to the bus stop I still gasp when I see the Tetons peeking over roofs to the north.
My roommates are total characters, each with their own idiosyncrasies and back story.
Jackson Wyoming. The town three hours away from my place of birth and more dissimilar than Coyhaique Chile. Indeed, a foreign country seems a few steps closer to home than Jackson, Wyoming.
I we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto. Wow.
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