Three days ago I hadn't quite left PDX yet, but I was making one of what was eventually three trips from my dorm to where my travel buddy's cousin was picking us up. Keep in mind three days ago it was 2:12 PM, not 5:12, because of the magic of time zones. My friend texted me while I was cooking myself some ramen noodles that there was a picnic happening, and since graduation was earlier I figured it was one of those, the college pulls out all the stops and throws a bitchin' picnic, picnics.
Instead it was a few friends of mine out on the lawn with a couple sandwiches. I felt bad, because I was really disappointed in the lack of awesome food. But to them it probably just looked like I was disappointed in them, which wasn't the case at all. They did have day-old Fred Meyer cake.
That cake is probably headed back west right now in the septic tanks of the Empire Builder. Do you have any idea what it's like to use train toilets for three days? It becomes normal. Normal! And not bothering to change clothes, and getting strange looks from commuters as I brush my teeth in the morning? I've stopped shaving. Fun fact, I'm getting blonde stubble.
I shouldn't complain. I've had two seats to myself for the last six hours. I found a David Cross audiobook on my iPod which I never purchased. Tonight I'm sleeping in a bed.
It's official: I'm in retrospection mode. Not quite four hours till I roll in to (I always want to say land) Boston. That's like 1/20th of my trip remaining, 5%. It's over. I'm done. I'm glad as hell I did it, but I'm also tired as hell.
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