This is the End, My Friends (Part End)

I am almost crying as I’m driving. Before even getting on the road, I had made a mix CD of songs I felt represented what I’d be doing this summer. Simple lyrics like ‘If you’re going my way, I’ll go with you,’ bring tears to my eyes. Songs like Seger’s ‘Turn the Page’ and even…

This is the End, My Friends (Part Two)

I had been texting my friend Steph to come pick me up in Haverhill, and since it was her day off from work, so was able to. I get in the car, and it’s just like I never left. We bullshit, we talk a bit about my adventure, but not all that much at all….

This is the End, My Friends (Part One)

When I see my mother, that is when my adventure will be over. For so long, I’d thought it would be over when I first stepped back into my driveway. The first step out of my driveway would be the first nail in the coffin of my childhood; the first step back into my driveway…

The Great American Return

Today might be the last day of my Great American Adventure. This is what I think to myself when I get off the bus. I’d been in New Jersey earlier today, and now I was in Boston. As I get off the bus, begin walking through the station, I find that I feel like I’ve…

Day Spent at Jersey Station

Times have changed and times are strange, here I come, but I ain’t the same. ‘Wake up!’ I get almost an hour of sleep on the sidewalk before a car comes by and someone yells at me. I have a blanket over my head; I pull this off. I just sit there, on the sidewalk….

Eastbound and Down

When the day came to leave Chicago, I packed my things and left Chicago. So many times I’d left one place for another. So many times I’d packed my things. The only difference now was that there would be less surprises this time around. I wasn’t home, but the plans had been made so I’d…

Seeing and Doing

Things I see, do in Chicago. Is seeing also doing? A guy blasting 80’s music from a boombox; dancing to it. People playing with their dog on some grass, a sign in front of them reads ‘No Dogs Allowed.’ I sit at a bus stop. A kid in the back of a bus asks me…

Gotham City

Chicago was big and everyone was in a hurry. The architecture here was fantastic, art deco and the like. This was the concrete jungle. With its castle skin. It was Gotham City. It was. My CouchSurfing host, Kristiana, who I’d met up with after getting off the bus at Union Station reminded me that the…

Gunshy

Brianna is a morning person, and I am not. She wakes me up, tells me that she has to be at the hospital soon, that we have to leave in ten minutes. I don’t wash up in any way; I just put my clothes on and grab my shit and we leave. I’m still half…

Starbucks: My Summer Oasis

In my mind, the deep recesses, maybe my soul, I knew the adventure was already over. Maybe had been before I’d even gotten to California. Now my heart struggled to keep up; it wanted more, but hitchhiking had grown stale to me. I believe that I move slower now; though I’ll have to leave that…

American Spirit

We crashed in Wyoming. Slept, sorry. It was near midnight, and I had pulled into the parking lot of a national park. Nicole woke up and told me that maybe I shouldn’t park right in front of the sign that noted ‘No overnight parking,’ so I took the car to a handicap spot, because we…

Fire and Anxiety

Nicole. It had taken her and her German friend nearly 2 months to travel from Chicago to San Francisco. They had taken a very similar route to the one that I had, heading West, through the South. It was the 25th; the day that Meghan and Tom would return to their cats and their apartment….