4/6/1802
My name is Nathaniel Ottin. I'll be moving into the town of Galsran in a few days. It's not a very good place to live, but it was cheap, and anything is better than living with my family, currently...
I am accompanied by a good friend of mine, Charlotte Fletcher, who is pursuing work of any sorts; hopefully a schoolteacher or a writer.
I should finish packing.
4/8/1802
The ship is leaving in 20 minutes and Charlotte is still not here.
The ship is leaving in 5 minutes. Charlotte is not here.
...Charlotte showed up a minute before the ship left. Was almost not allowed on.
4/9/1802
I didn't expect it to take this long to get to Galsran, but at least we're here... time to try and find a house. We barely have any money, so finding a decent living space might prove challenging.
Even with these hardships, I hope that life here will not be as bad as people make it out to be. Maybe I'll actually get a job. That would prove my father wrong.

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Journal Entries of Nathaniel Ottin
Ficción GeneralShort, simple writings from the journal of Nathaniel Ottin, an architect from the small town of Galsran.