… And I have nowhere to stay. It’ll be at the end of my stay in Canada, and the college I’ll be at during the few months I’m there will kick me out on the 17th, fly me to Toronto, and then hope I don’t die in the 10 days before I can go home.
OTOH, if I *do* die, the scholarship people don’t have to pay to fly me back home. Either way, *someone* is happy. It’s a win-win, really.
If you live in/near Toronto, or know someone who does, and have a mild preference for fewer Alison-shape popsicles littering your city streets, would you consider hosting me for at least some of that time? I’m not particularly messy, and I’ll probably spend most of that time cowering under the bed and avoiding human contact. Unless you like human contact, in which case I can indulge your bizarre preferences.
If you aren’t in the general vicinity of Toronto but have followers who are, could you please reblog this? Thanks.
Remember: Only you can prevent Alison-popsicles.
Sorry, I don’t have people-hosting authority for my house, and a 90-minute drive might not count as “near” Toronto anyway. (It’s certainly far enough that we hardly ever go there, and consider it an Event when we do.) If you can’t find anyone to give you housing but can find someone to give you…*looks up numbers* ~CAD$260, I recommend the Canadiana Inn hostel. I had a good experience there.
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