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i don't know if you can see just how unapproachable my house was. it was an island.

i stood in the street for a good long time with my laptop swung over one shoulder and my overnight bag over the other. i walked up and down, looking for possible approaches, considering side attempts from the neighbors' properties and rejecting them as no better than a direct route.

finally, there was nothing to do but laugh and accept that i'd just have to take a plunge and make it as best i could.