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The Next Adventure

This is the last post I will ever make in this blog. I’m pretty proud of myself for making it all the way; 618 posts really ain’t bad.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read the blog. As good as I purport to be with words, I can’t sufficiently express my appreciation for your support.

And if none of this is satisfying to you, I guess you can just start again from the beginning.

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In the end we:

+drove 26,000 miles

+visited 40 states

+saw 20 National Parks

+stayed with 20 Couch Surfing hosts

+went to 20 State Capitol buildings

+averaged 33.2 mpg

+had 2 injuries that required medical attention

+experienced no serious car trouble

+collected more stories than I can count

+ran out of gas 1 time

+slept in the car 2 times

+had fast food for dinner 3 times

+stayed friends

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Our Last Night Together

Our last night together, we went to Magoo’s and spent the rest of the money in the pouch on beer.

After that we walked down to the pond, recounting our favorite memories from the past 8 months. It was a dark night, and I mean dark. You couldn’t even see the moon.

We sat on the edge of the tower dock, feet dangling over the edge into nothing. There was an oppressive fog blanketing the world, obscuring us from everything, including, nearly, each other. The lights across the water—I only knew they were there because I knew—whispered to us in a dim glow and that was it.

"Do you guys remember that game, The Treehouse, that we played on computers in Elementary School? There was a story writing thing… man, I barely remember it, but you could pick from a few different settings for the scene to take place, right? And one of the options was ‘in the middle of nowhere’ and the computer voice said it in this really distinctive way, like ‘in the MIDdle of noo-where.’ Yeah? This feels like that. The middle of nowhere."

We held each other. We cried. Not because we wanted to, even, but because we felt like we had to. We talked about whatifweneverseeeachotheragain, even though we knew we would. We talked about being scared for next steps, even though we were excited, even anxious to take them. We spun out every possible scenario where our lives were never this good again, even though we knew they would be. 

In the end, though, I think we were crying for everybody else, for the people who had never known this kind of friendship, this kind of freedom, this kind of happiness, and maybe never would.

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Our very last leg of driving, getting back to camp after having departed 235 days prior. The end.

Sad.

And, as you can see, I lose my composure a little bit.

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Dialogue As We Drove Through My Hometown

Me:There's the best Armenian bakery in town... and there's my elementary school... and there's my bus [the 71 from Harvard Sq to Watertown Sq]!
Alex:Huh, I always imagined your bus being shorter.
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Boston, MA

Boston, MA

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The fatal flaw of not having finished the blog already is that now I have a new life and don’t really care anymore. Still, for the sake of having a complete record I’m going to push through… if lacklusterly.

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Atop Mt Auburn there is a tower that overlooks all of Boston. In the summer they open it for the public to climb to the top. My mother, though, has a claustrophobic aversion to the dark, spiraling innards that bring an ambulatory ascender to the apex, and in all the years I’ve been going for summertime walks int he cemetary with her she’s never climbed the tower.
BUT I employed my best and most practiced motivational speaking and convinced her to walk up! Proof, and fearless Friday lives on.

Atop Mt Auburn there is a tower that overlooks all of Boston. In the summer they open it for the public to climb to the top. My mother, though, has a claustrophobic aversion to the dark, spiraling innards that bring an ambulatory ascender to the apex, and in all the years I’ve been going for summertime walks int he cemetary with her she’s never climbed the tower.

BUT I employed my best and most practiced motivational speaking and convinced her to walk up! Proof, and fearless Friday lives on.

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Boston, MA

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Benefits

A totally unforeseen benefit to me from keeping the blog all this time is that my computer skills are still sharp. I’m about to start a job at an IT company, where I will be called upon (I assume) to do such things as use a computer. Now, I’m not trying to over-inflate my computational abilities, but if I had gone the better part of a year without touching a keyboard my harddrive navigational know how would be rustier that a Ford Pinto at the bottom of the Charles River. I realized this last night when my internet punked out on me; using a computer is a skill.

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I had some time alone with my mom before the rest of the gang showed up. We went for a walk in Mt Auburn Cemetery (one of my ultimate favorite spots in Cambridge, MA).

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Sweet Home Massachusetts

Alex drove me from Cape May to Atlantic City in her mother’s car. I had an hour to kill, so I bought a pair of gold lamé high tops at the Converse outlet. I am officially balling out of control.

I caught the bus to NYC, then took a train to my grandmother’s house, and the following day I drove back to Massachusetts. I hadn’t set foot in my home state in nearly 6 months, a personal record.

First impression? You know you’re in New England when you’re going 20 MPH above the speed limit in a work zone and you’re still not keeping up with traffic.

As I crossed the border “Sweet Home Alabama” came on the radio and I realized that Alabama has the same number of syllables as Massachusetts so I replaced the state and sang along. It wasn’t as good as singing the original version while driving through Birmingham, but it was pretty good.

I purposefully took a longer more trafficky route from NYC just so I could drive along the part of 93 N where you pass the Ho Chi Minh water tower and the Boston skyline rises up like a promise and the city plucks a chord in your chest that feels like home. It was awesome and totally worth the rush hour clusterfart in which I was immured.

As I inched along in my manual transmission car, wondering how people could make this gelatinous journey twice a day for their whole lives, I became aware that for the first time since October 3, 2010 I was sporting an in-state license plate. For all the people beside me knew, I was making my diurnal commute with the rest of ‘em. 

Nobody had any idea how far I had come to be there.

Not to get all preachy, but this is a good metaphor for practicing tolerance. We don’t know what goes on the lives of people who drive along side us/cut in front of us/lay on their horns/give us the finger/generally conduct themselves erratically on the road, but until we do maybe we should assume they’ve been driving for 25,000 miles and they just want to get home.

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Are you glad?

janine:so are you glad you did the blog & all the pictures?
me:VERY
yes
very
for a million reasons
i mean i have the record now, which is one thing
but im more happy about the effort i put into it
like... as much as the whole thing could not be reconstructed without this as an aid
(slash cant be reconstructed period)
the effort i put into it was spread out over so long
that the final product is this really huge thing
it's like when i graduated from college and my dad asked me if i was happy i got a chemical engineering degree
and i was like "well im happy NOW"
its like that. even though i almost always enjoyed working on the blog, what i have now is more than the sum of a few pictures and some thoughts, you know?
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