That's not entirely true, actually it was awesome. I took a bus to DC, I went to museums, the national mall, and the zoo. Ate lots of delicious food, and met some really cool people who inspired me to pursue my career with gusto.
But the actual travel part? Never again. I took greyhound for the first time and was astounded at the utter lack of service the provided. I was left stranded, not once but twice due to a lack of my connecting bus not being there. This second time after arriving at seven I have waited and waited until finally my angel of a day left for an eight hour trip to pick me up from Pittsburgh, PA and bring me home.
Have I mentioned my father is literally the worlds best dad? I don't think I have enough, he seriously is. That dad of mine contains more love and compassion then one would think possible for a human being to have. Think of Ghandi, now think of my dad. There you go!
Anyway despite an underlaying ticking annoyance at greyhound I actual sat down to write this smiling. I don't know if this is in the line of my freaky ability to make friends, or that God or whomever is up there went to himself "hey you've had a rough day I'm going to give you a little something" probably both, one in the same, hand in hand. But waiting for the bus, any bus, that never came I made friends with three wonderful girls from NYC, in my boat traveling for almost 24 hours, a trip that takes about 9 (more or less depending) they were going to Cincinnati for a dance competition and immediately included me in their circle. Acting like mature 20 year olds we built a luggage fort, spread blankets and coats on the ground, shared food having a picnic, and watched videos. I'll probably never see them again but a handful of hours spent with three strangers, making a potentially terrible and scary night a wonderful memory.
It's these things that make me love travel, that make me so appreciate the world I live in. My friends always comment on how I'm so brave to travel alone, but it's more a glee in loving to collect memories. A feeling that refuses to be put aside or suppressed. When was the last time you relaxed enough to sleep next to complete strangers? Ok that sounds terrible written out, and maybe it's just my fortune that I am still able to trust, that I can from a crowd of hundreds of people find three that I can trust. The girls found a direct bus home, and my dad is coming, heartfelt goodbyes made, but instead of being angry and tired, I feel like yet another small corner of my heart has been opened by kindness, finding kindness in a frustrating world. As its turns... Fast, spinning, you collide with hundreds of people, and yes anyone of them has an entire life they are living, but all of that combined keeps you supported and standing. Whether you know it or not there are people everyday holding you up, and sometimes you meet some of those people. At least that's how I look at things and I'm smiling.
I suppose that's enough sleep deprived ramblings for a night, I'm going to press publish now... I hope you could read/enjoy this. Sweet dreams world!
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