uling my 40 pound suitcase, and my 20 pound backpack, map in hand, and the words "No bus!" echoing in my head. It wasn't too bad for the first block, but when I turned left, it started going uphill. I actually was doing pretty good navigating with the map, and at first there was a shimmer of hope, until 4 hills later and an uphill view mixed with cobblestone streets and tiled sidewalks punched that hope in the face until it had a bloody nose and black eye. I was getting to the point of sitting down every other block in order not to pass out. But I was getting close! No funerals for this girl. I didn't take a 20 hour trip just to have a couple miles and heavy luggage drag me down! Especially with the view....

So I kept on going, and I could almost see the light at the end of the mountain when my suitcase started slipping on something... oh, wait, something brown that strangely enough looks like dog poop. Upon second inspection, sure enough, it was a pile of dog poop that my suitcase just rolled through and dragged halfway down the sidewalk. Guess I didn't see the poop, and I didn't really care either. I figured the next batch of cobblestones would take care of it. The last leg of the journey, my suitcase started making weird squeaking noises, sort of like a dying cat mixed with a whiny baby. I stopped to inspect, and upon touching the wheel, the first three layers of my skin discovered that it was a hair away from combusting into flames. I literally burned my finger on my suitcase wheel. Or what was left of a wheel.

But I made it!! All the way to the locked door, of which I had no key. When the janitor saw me and let me inside, I made my way down to the caretaker to get the keys. But of course, since I walked, I was late and he was no longer there. A while back, I had wisely decided to suspend my phone service starting with, oh wait, TODAY. So no way to call him, and no one to let me in. I sat down on the floor for a couple minutes in defeat, being utterly at the mercy of God. No phone, no internet, no keys. Another resident luckily came down at this time and called the man for me, and after 30 minutes, I was all set up in my room.

uling my 40 pound suitcase, and my 20 pound backpack, map in bridge player, and the son " No bus! " echoing in my head. It wasn't besides bad for the first auction block, but when I plow left, it start going uphill. I actually was doing reasonably good navigating with the map, and at first there constitute a shimmer of hope, until 4 hills later and an uphill view blend with cobblestone streets and tiled sidewalk punched that hope in the boldness until it had a bally nose and bootleg eye. I was getting to the point of sitting down every early block in order not to pass out. But I was getting close! No funerals for this girl. I didn't take a 20 hour trip just to have a couple miles and heavy luggage drag me down! Especially with the view.... 

 thus I kept on going, and I could about examine the lighter at the end of the mountain when my bag started slip on something... oh, wait, something brown that strangely adequate looks like dog poop. Upon second inspection, sure enough, it was a pile of dog poop that my suitcase just rolled through and dragged halfway down the sidewalk. Guess I didn't go steady the crap, and I didn't really care either. I figured the next batch of cobblestones would consider care of it. The last leg of the journey, my bag started make weird squeaking noises, sort of like a fail cat mixed with a whiny baby. I stopped to visit, and upon touching the steering wheel, the first three level of my skin discovered that it was a haircloth away from burn into flames. I literally burn my finger on my suitcase wheel. Or what was left of a wheel. 

 But I made it! ! All the manner to the locked door, of which I had no samara. When the janitor saw me and let me inside, I made my way down to the caretaker to get the key. But of course, since I walked, I was late and he was no longer there. A while back, I had wisely decided to suspend my phone military service start with, oh expect, TODAY. indeed no way to call him, and no one to let me in. I sat down on the floor for a couple minutes in frustration, being utterly at the mercy of God. No phone, no internet, no keys. Another resident luckily came down at this time and called the man for me, and after 30 minute, I was all set up in my room.
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uling my 40 pound suitcase, and my 20 Pound backpAck, maP in HanD, aNd thE worDs "No bus!" echoing IN my hEad. It wasn't too bad for the First BlOCk, buT WhEn I tuRned lefT, It STArtEd GoIng UpHIlL. I actUalLy was doIng pretty gOod NaVigating with THe Map, and at fiRst There was a shiMmeR of hopE, uNtiL 4 Hills LatEr and An uphiLL view mIxed with cObBLestonE Streets AND tIled Sidewalks punched tHAt HOpe in the face unTil it hAd A BlOODy nOse And black eyE. I Was geTTing to tHE pOINT of SItting down eveRy other blocK In oRder noT tO paSS out. BuT I was GeTTinG close! No funEralS for this gIrl. I diDN't take a 20 HOur trip Just to HavE a cOuplE MiLeS anD hEAvy LUgGagE DraG me down! ESpEcIally With THE VIew....

SO I kEpt oN goinG, and I could almOst See tHE liGht at The enD of tHe MountAin wheN my suItCase started slipPing On somethiNg... oH, wAit, SoMethiNG brown ThaT stRangely Enough lOOks LiKE DOg Poop. Upon second inspEcTIOn, Sure enouGh, it waS A pIlE Of dog pooP tHat My suITCase jUst rOLlEd througH and drAGgEd Halfway DoWn the sIdEwaLk. GUess I DIdn't See the Poop, and I Didn't REally care eitheR. i figured the neXT bATCh OF cobBleStones would Take CAre oF it. THE lAst LEg of tHe jouRnEY, mY Suitcase started makiNg Weird sQueakIng noises, sort Of like a dyiNG CAt mixed wIth a WHiNY baby. I stopped tO inspEct, and upon TOuching tHe wheEl, the firSt three laYERs of my skIn dIscOveRed THAt It was a hair awaY FRom cOmBusting IntO flames. i liTerAllY buRnEd my fingeR on my suiTcAsE wHeEl. OR what WAs left of A wHeeL.

BUt I Made iT!! all the Way to The lOcKeD DooR, of whicH i hAD No keY. WHeN the JanItOr saw Me anD Let Me insidE, I made my wAy dOWn to ThE cAretakeR to get the keys. buT of course, sInCe I Walked, i WAs late anD he was no longer there. A whiLE back, I hAd wIsely DeciDed to suspEnd My phonE seRVice stArting With, oH wAit, todAY. So NO WaY to CaLl him, and no ONE to Let me In. i sat Down on tHe floor for a couple mINutEs in defeat, beiNg uTterLY At The MErCY of goD. no pHONe, no internet, no kEys. Another ReSIdEnt luckily CAme DoWn at thiS time anD callED the man For me, and aFter 30 minutEs, i was ALL seT up in my rooM.

uling my 40 pound suitcase , and my 2 0 pou ndbac kp ack,  map  in hand, andt he w ords "No bus!" echoing  in m yh ead. It  wasn 't toob ad f orth efir st bl ock,but  when I  turned le ft,  i t started go i ng  uphill. I  ac tually was d oin g pret ty  go o d nav iga tingwith t h e map,  and at f ir s t ther e  was as h im merof hope, until 4h il l s later and an  uphil lv ie w mix edwith cobbl es tones treetsa nd t i led sidewalks pun ched that h o pein the  f ace untilit ha da  bl oody nose a nd b lack eye.  I was getting to thepointofsit ting do wn  ev er y  ot h er  bl o ckin order  n ot  to p asso u t .  But  Iwasgetti ng close! Nofun eral s  fo r thi s gir l. I  d idn't  takea 20ho ur trip just to  hav e a coupl e m il esan d hea v y lugg age  dr ag me d own! Es p eci al l y wi th the view....

S oI ke pt on go ing, a n dIc ould alm os t s ee t h e  ligh t at th e end of  the m o un ta in when  m y suit ca sesta rteds lipp ing on  somethi ng... oh, wait, some t hing brown th a ts t ra n gely  en ough lookslike dogpoop .  U pon secon d ins pe c ti o n, sure enough, itwa s a pi le of  dog poop tha t my suitc a s e  just ro lled th r ough and dragg ed ha lfway down the side walk.  Guess I  didn't s e e  the poo p,and  Idid n ' treally care e i t her.  I  figure d t he next  ba tch  of  co bb lestoneswould ta ke  c ar eofit. T h e last l eg  of  t hejourn e y, mysuitc asest ar t edmakingw ei r d  squ ea ki ng n ois es , sor t of lik e a dyi ng cat mi xed with  a  w hiny ba by. I stopped  t o inspect,  a ndupon t o u ching th e wheel, the first thre e  layers  of  my s kindiscovere d t hat it  wa s  a hai r away  from  c omb u s tingi n to  fl am es. I lite r a lly  burn ed  myfingeron my suitcase whe e l.Or what was l eft  ofa wh eel . 
B utIm ade i t!! All the way  to the lo ck e ddoor, of w h ich  I  had no  key. W hen t h e janit or saw me  and letme  ins i d e,I made myway down  to the c a retak e rto ge t t he key s.  Bu t ofcourse ,  si nce I  walke d,  I was  late  a nd he wa s no longer there. A wh ile ba ck, I  ha d wiselydec i ded  to suspe nd m y phone se rvi cestart ing with,  ohw ai t,T ODAY.  Son o way toc al l h i m ,and no onet o let  me i n.I  sat d ownon the floor fora  couple minute s in d efe at, bein gutterly at the  me rc y of God.No  phone, nointernet ,n o key s. Ano ther r esident l uc k ily ca me d own  at thistim ea nd call ed  t h e manforme , andafter3 0 mi n u tes, I was all s et up i n myr oom .

uling my_40 pound_suitcase, and my 20_pound backpack,_map_in hand,_and_the words "No_bus!" echoing in_my head. It wasn't_too bad for_the_first block, but when I turned left, it started going uphill. I actually was_doing_pretty good_navigating_with_the map, and at first_there was a shimmer of_hope, until_4 hills later and an uphill view mixed_with_cobblestone streets and_tiled sidewalks punched that hope in the face until_it had a bloody nose and_black eye. I_was_getting_to the point of_sitting down every other block in_order not to pass out. But_I was getting close! No funerals for_this girl. I didn't take a_20 hour trip just to_have a_couple miles and heavy luggage_drag me down!_Especially with_the view....

So I_kept on going, and I could_almost see the_light at the end of the_mountain_when my suitcase_started_slipping_on something..._oh, wait, something_brown_that strangely_enough_looks like dog poop. Upon second_inspection,_sure enough, it was a pile of_dog poop that my_suitcase_just rolled through and_dragged halfway down the sidewalk._Guess I didn't see the poop,_and I_didn't really_care either. I figured the next batch of cobblestones would take_care of it. The last leg_of the journey, my_suitcase started_making_weird squeaking noises,_sort_of like_a dying cat mixed with a whiny_baby. I_stopped to inspect, and upon touching_the wheel, the first_three_layers of my skin discovered that_it was a hair away from_combusting into flames. I literally_burned_my_finger on my suitcase wheel._Or what was left of a_wheel.

But I made_it!! All the way to the locked_door,_of which I had no key._When_the janitor saw me and let_me_inside,_I made my way down_to the caretaker to get the_keys. But of course, since I walked, I was_late and he_was no longer there. A_while_back,_I had wisely decided to suspend my phone service starting_with, oh_wait, TODAY. So_no way to call him, and no one to let_me in. I sat down on the_floor for a couple minutes in defeat, being utterly at the_mercy of God. No phone, no internet, no_keys. Another resident luckily came down at_this time and called_the_man for me, and after 30 minutes,_I_was_all_set up in_my room.
