Today I write not from Alaska but from Montreal, where my summer of chaos draws to a close. To recap: I finished my masters degree in American history, got married, then moved to Tenakee Springs, Alaska for a two-month museum job. Once back in Philly, my husband and I had a few days to vacate our apartment and drive a jam-packed rental car up to Quebec. We will reside here in Montreal this academic year as I work on my Fulbright project.
At this point I’m ready for life to settle into a routine involving local history and top-shelf fromage. But before I begin blogging about Montreal, I must conclude the story of Tenakee Springs — a place I started missing the moment I boarded the ferry out. Continue reading