HEY, YOU GUYS! GUESS WHAT?
I left the state.
All by myself.
And I didn’t die.
Well, I almost died.
Mostly because I hiked on this.
While trying not to fall down this.
While trying to take a picture of this.
THAT’S NOT ALL I DID.
I have about 11 hundred million gazillion blog posts I’m planning on writing.
Seriously, you guys, how can I not write about this.
And alllllll of thissss.
And a little bit of this.
Oh, and don’t forget this.
Between my phone, iPod, and actual camera- I’ve taken at least a gazillion million 11 billion trillion pictures (as you can tell) in the last ten-ish days. Here’s one of them.
And here’s another.
Oh, what the hell. Here’s another!!
Pictures for everyone!
Here’s the thing: I was terrified of going anywhere on my own.
Prior to going to Portland and Seattle, I had never traveled on my own before. I never sat on an airplane alone before. Even though I constantly talked about how much I wanted to travel.
Whenever I’d go somewhere before, it would always be with someone—friends, classmates or family. But this time, since I was on my own, I had to be alert and figure out where I was going. On my own. And since I was alone, it was OK that I had cheese and bread almost every day—sometimes-almost-all-the-time-two-or-three-times-a-day.
Or take a break to watch the new episode of Switched At Birth.
I was in charge of my own food, entertainment, and choices.
And I had to figure out how to get to and from places.
I may have gotten a bit lost here or there. Like that time I accidentally wandered into, what I like to call, the homeless district in Portland. Twice.
However, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. You guys, did you know there are signs at the airport?
And most people are super nice if you ask them for directions.
And then there are maps.
Then there’s my smart-ish phone, which I didn’t have to use that much for directions. But I did have to use it.
Every day wasn’t always fun or perfect or the best thing ever. But then there were parts of days or whole days that were fun or perfect or the best thing ever. And those days made up for some of the not so fun days.
Anyway, I’m gonna get working on those 11 hundred million gazillion blog posts I’m supposed to write. It might take me a year or two but I’ll get them up!
Most of these blog posts will be under my new series called Traveler-Wannabe.
P.S. You guys, I did it! I left the state! All by myself!
This is, as Mariah Carey says, a cause for celebration.
What? You didn’t think I’d leave MC hanging, did you?