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The Frankful Dodger #whateverwednesday

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Ashwin wrote our names in all of his languages!

Ashwin wrote our names in all of his languages!

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Whatever Wednesday: cabinets

Whatever Wednesday: cabinets

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Whatever Wednesday

Whatever Wednesday

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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.

Oh, don’t despair, I have a new blog now to chronicle my adventures being a “real” person, or whatever that’s going to mean.

www.darbyjennifer.com

Yes, I bought a domain name but it’s still hosted by Tumblr so you can continue to follow me with ease.

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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