Here I go again.
The plans have been laid out.
I'm going on the bus trip again.
Savannah will be my partner in crime.
I'm going to try and save way more money this time.
I want to go balls out on this trip.
Stay at more hostels.
Drink a bunch.
Rent lockers.
This time around I have it more figured out.
I'm going to document the following before leaving.
Trader Joe's.
Public libraries.
Hostels.
Cheap hotels.
Laundry mats.
Tourist info spots.
I want to do this thing 100% right this time.
The leaving date is last week of June.
I need to save more of my paycheques though.
I hate to say it, but it might be time to return to Faxe.
I could go back to the old 15 year old trick, plug your nose when you take a drink.
I'll figure something out.
No more eating out.
I'm not buying anyone anything.
I'm not giving anyone anything.
I don't want to be a cheap bitch, but it needs to be done.
One pack of smokes for 2 days.
2 beer at the bar maximum.
No more cabs to work.
I hate saving money.
I like my cushy lifestyle.
But it's for the good of the summer.
I'm almost positive my tax return and my vacation pay might be enough.
Maybe.
I need a new pack back, no more sore back and shoulders.
I need a digital camera, no missing a perfect moment.
I need better footwear, no more weird foot fungus mid way through my trip.
I think it'll be a total eastern seaboard trip.
All the way down to Florida.
Across New Orleans, Texas to San Diego.
Up from California to Portland.
Through the mid-west, stopping in a Mary's.
This means a return to Chicago, but that's alright.
I think Savannah and I could make an awesome team.
We lived together for a year and mostly just fought over dishes.
She's leaving the planning up to me, which I enjoy.
It's March!
I'm excited.