I’m alive. All is well. I don’t have the internet at my apartment yet. We should have it worked out some time next week. I’m blogging quickly from the center I’ll be working at before it closes for the day so…
I’m Going to Morocco
I Quit My Job! I got my first job when I was 14 years old, which means I’ve been working for more than two decades. Yikes. Once, I went to a two-hour training to learn to sell knives door-to-door. I…