Winnipeg

I’m so close to home, I can taste the pies. Unfortunately, I’m stuck in a prison-cell sized room in a dorm that’s part of some Catholic college here in Winnipeg. I thought my place in London was bad. The room smells like a mixture of mildew and some kind of industrial solvent, the floor is probably more comfortable than the bed, and I’ve just been to see the bathroom (down the hall) and am now contemplating the practicality of not going to the bathroom while I’m here… On the plus side, the internet I’m stealing from somewhere isn’t too bad and I’m not presenting first thing in the morning. The other exchange students seem pleasant enough, and I’m eager to hear what they have to say tomorrow.