Stick and Bindle
Pete and I have exchanged enough of emails back and forth about the trip that I do not have any anxiety about it anymore. Feeling great now. I'm in the pocket as a sport's guy might say - no idea what it means but it feels right to say. We have a vague itinerary which will remain disclosed to anyone reading this. You'll find out along the way, as I will, because places and people are subject to change. What if I tell you that we are going to Tallahassee and then don't go to Tallahassee? Huh? Then what? You'll be heartbroken. Or what if we meet a bluesy busker that lives under a tree named Blind "Chili" Jones? You'll be like, that wasn't supposed to be happen on Day Five! This trip has gone awry! Okay, I'll relax and you'll relax too. What I'm trying to say is that we have bullet points and staples in our trip but do not have anything specific going on in between bullet points. So, there really is a reason to check in on this if you're interested in hearing about it. It's just shy of two weeks, so, it's not a huge trip. I don't want people thinking it's months long. Two weeks hardly calls for a blog but it's the editor's choice that this goes on and if you've got a problem with that buddy, take it up with yourself!
Looking back at what I've already written you've been accused of a lot that you haven't done. I'll dial it back a bit.
Okay, more pre trip stuff.
Packing. If there ever is a time in your life when you realize which items you own but don't need, it's when you're packing. I made a list. I took that list and divided it by three. It fits in a suitcase. So, I have that going for me, which is nice. Irrationally, when packing, I think we all imagine a bunch of situations where we are going to want to have our lucky underwear (you can insert your own favorite article of clothing for this example) on to complete our look for a special evening out, but we really don't need those things. We will do fine without. Besides, anyone I meet on this trip will be perfect. Strangers. Perfect strangers. We won't know each other. We will be defined by each other for who we are in that moment because that's all we know of each other to be. Expectationless (A word that I hope exists). They don't know who I was at my best or worst, but who I choose to be then. I'm going too deep. Let's go back to the surface. Soooo... I packed a bunch of shit that I will use and wear into a suitcase. The end of that.
Along our trip, we will be staying with people that Peter knows through the popular social network for travelers called COUCHSURFING . We will be picking people up along the way and dropping them where they need to go. People helping us, us helping people. A road trip that is cyclically beneficial. While staying at people's places, and meeting those that need rides, Pete mentioned bringing things from Boston: trinkets, postcards, and other things that I can't think of, but generally souvenirs to give to people we meet along the way. Supposedly, that's a popular gesture in the couchsurfing community. I've never bought a souvenir in Boston, so, I don't even know where to go to buy one, but I want these things to be cheap and small enough to fit in my backpack. If anyone has ideas, let me know. I probably need about a dozen and I'd like variety. Help me out on this one.
I'll post once or twice before the trip begins. Any advice for getting Boston themed souvenirs would be a big help. Any advice on going on a road trip would be even more helpful.
Wubbalubbadubdub.
Ross
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