It's been cold and rainy since I entered Virginia. The Northeast hasn't been helping me to like it. The cities are cool, but Jesus, stop it.
I arrive and am welcomed to Newark with heavy accents and a quiche. My hosts Mr. and Mrs. Wernak are polyglots from France and Columbia respectively. We go see a long and slow Korean movie at the university theater. It's attended entirely by Olds. The average age was double that of my hosts. Mr. Wernak is a professor getting his doctorate in mechanical engineering and wears his jacket inside out. We discuss cultural and linguistic differences and they tell me Americans hug a lot. I fucking love hugging and do so frequently. I ask them if their thoughts are ordered in a certain language. I'm unable to differentiate between my thoughts and language as I only have the one. They conclude they do not unless they have to express the idea in that language.
I make a point to hug them both before I leave.
Delaware Kill Count
Mouse: 1
Small Bird: 1
Snake: 1
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