It was tempting to pass on the house sitting job. After all the money it paid would only just cover my train ticket there and a return ticket, either where I’d left off or somewhere else. But almost a month of free rent in a house with wifi, electricity and hot running water seemed too good to pass up.
Besides it had been raining for almost a week.
So I packed up my things, hiked the five miles to a road and caught a ride into Waynesboro. Stanimal’s Hostel was new to me but highly recommended by hikers I’d met on the Appalachian Trail. A shower and laundry were just what I’d needed.
Took the Amtrak out of Staunton into Washington, DC. Almost exactly one month ago I had stepped off the train in this very spot. At that time I had no intention of returning to New England any time soon.
Certainly not this soon.
“What am I doing?” I kept asking myself.
“Suck it up. One month and you’ll still be able to get out of here before winter gets too bad,” I tried reassuring myself.
But where am I going to spend winter?