A few months ago I really needed to get out of town.
I had just gone through a really bad breakup, and there was something about hitting the road that felt very healing.
I didn’t have much money, so there is no way that I was going to get on a plane.. Eventually, I decided that I would just get on a Greyhound bus and drive across the country until I made it to the other coast. I figured at least I would have some adventures to tell. boy, do I ever have some stories. On this trip, I met so many interesting people. They came from all over the country, a few from across the world. We had a lot of time to talk on the bus. That is, when we weren’t complaining about the terrible AC. I don’t know if you’ve ever been on a Greyhound bus for two days straight. But it’s a problem when there is no working cooling system. If I had any idea when I jumped aboard, I may not have done the trip. The air on board was so hot and stagnant, you could cut it with a knife. It was filled with the stench of hundreds, if not thousands, of prior passengers. All of the people who sat there and sweated in the heat and humidity had left their mark behind. The bus dank. We were stuck to the seats with sweat, and desperately ganning ourselves. The entire time we were also holding our noses. Honestly, I was shocked that I ever fell asleep with that amount of heat. It felt like I was sitting in a sauna trapped on the open road for days. I can tell you, when I finally found the other side of the country, it was the most glorious sight I have ever seen or felt.