I walk in and I already start to feel calm. It smells like sweat, rubber and metal but it brings me peace. There is no beauty in design here, but seeing the inside gives me seratonin. This place is always open, no matter what time I need it. I let out my anger here. I let out my joy here. I let all the pressure of the world release here. This is my meditation.

Every rep, every step, every stair. I’m pushing through my anxiety. I’m pushing through my fear. I am capable.

Everyone here is also so welcoming. It has a reputation of being a very judgy place. Every person I’ve interacted with here has felt like family.

The first day after the crash felt like an eternity. I can’t tell if the days are getting longer or shorter. I’ve never had this feeling before, that I can feel the smallest shift in my environment. We are still clearing the snow around the ship and it has been two days since we crashed. You would think a group of highly educated shipmates would be able to get this done efficiently. Luckily we had some food left on the ship and it did not get compromised in the crash. O’Neill is getting short with everyone but I think that is because he feels responsible. The original voyage was intended to help progress us as a species. Now we’re stranded stuck. No comms. We don’t even know where we are. We know we’re cold. We know we’ll be hungry soon. We know there might be something out there predatory towards us. The ship crashed in the best possible way. It landed directly on the communications section. The bunkers, servery and backstock were all safe. We are working on the climbing the ship since it landed at an angle.