Whelp, I finally moved out of the hostel. It was fun, but there’s only so long a guy in his high twenties can share a room with four people and live in a bunk bed. I still think there’s a better than average chance I’ll become a submarine captain, in which case I may have to live in bunks while they renovate my cabin. Otherwise I’m inclined to seek proper adult lodging.
My only regret from the experience is realizing that the kitten and I had matching ties after the kitten and her owner moved out. How great would that have been?!
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