by Dragonhorse | May 31, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
So, that’s what happens when you think you’re safe, I thought. Every…single…time. Lesson learned. I stuffed my clothes, my personal blanket and all two of my books into my duffle bag and caught a ground shuttle back to Mrs. Baxter’s Boarding house. She was full. No apologies. No breakfast.
I became nobody, going nowhere, and getting used to that descriptor. True aimlessness was setting in. I looked like every other scruffy laborer roaming the streets of the little backwater towns, drifting …aimlessly.
by Dragonhorse | May 24, 2026 | Content, I Am Gideon (Journal)
The bunkhouse on Kibbler’s plantation was not as nice as Mrs. Baxter’s boarding House. It was a bit chilly, a bit rundown, and I was again sharing space, but there were four of us in a bunkhouse built for twelve, so all of us got a bottom bunk and a bit of privacy. There were thick, coarse blankets, and a big wood stove at one end which provided some heat. I was the last person hired, so I was farthest from the fire. I remedied that by exchanging my bottom bunk for the top, and fared better as the cold settled in.