Short, strange trip

My arrival in Caledon is not a very distant memory, but feels very much so considering how much my life has changed since crossing the threshold. I often think it a sweet coincidence that my first moments in Caledon were spent raving at the opening of the Carnivale season at the HG Wells Twelfth Night Celebration, and by the of the that whirlwind season I had made a home in the plot next door. At the bottom of this correspondence are just a few of the tin-types I've prepared in the meantime that illustrate the many friendships I've found and adventures that have only just begun.