My first novel came out on June 2nd and I've woken up in a different city every day since!
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    In Chicago I mistook my mini Clearisil for my mini toothpaste and brushed my teeth with acne treatment and had to call poison control.
    PSA: benzoyl peroxide will make your gums sting but it will not make your insides shrivel up as I feared mine would in my sleep.
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    In San Francisco I ate an almond lemon pecorino sandwich under a purple-blooming tree!
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    In Seattle an old man told me my novel had given him "a new understanding of what beauty is" and I basically could have packed up and gone home right then because what more could anyone hope for?
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    In LA my brother whom I love very much bought me a burrito which I loved very much and the reading that night took place under a tree growing inside a bookstore!
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    In Minneapolis my hotel room was on a very high floor and I could see much of the city and many of its lakes through my window.
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    In Iowa City I had a tremendous spicy breakfast taco and who could have seen that coming?
    Also the audience laughed at everything even when nothing was funny and suggested I move to Iowa so that was spectacularly friendly
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    In London I got to see my book advertised on the subway walls (!!?!!)
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    In Bath the event was at a bookstore called Toppings that stocked an incredible range of poetry and monographs and I bought this excellent guide to British sheep:
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    In general I found myself craving and clinging to strange rituals like fried eggs on dry corn flakes and Britney Spears Greatest Hits Disc 1 as sources of comfort and strength.
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    In Wales a little girl in a school uniform told me she wanted to be a writer and asked me to sign her book. She said her name was Lleucu, which meant "the kindest light" in Welsh. That was another pack up and go home The End moment.
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    In Edinburgh I discovered one perfect street that included a bookstore, a Mexican restaurant, a cocktail lounge, and a second hand clothing shop. The bookstore was founded by a man who had been the director of Ancient Coins for the British Museum for twenty years and had designed the shop to look like a Swedish art gallery.
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    In between Northumberland and Newcastle the Britney became too much for me and the "I must confess that my loneliness" bridge made me weep at the cows and the sheep
    The thing about the sheep is they seem so completely blessed and eternal out there in their meadows you know? So out of time and out of order
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    In Brixton I read Ted Hughes' first book THE HAWK IN THE RAIN, in the rain, and rested.
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    In Brooklyn I wrote this list! Thank you dearest sparkliest @Grosstastic for requesting it! I am home now and reeling. πŸ’–πŸ’•πŸŒΈπŸ’•πŸ’–