434A — All those people, sharing all the world…
I’m writing the majority of today’s post at a similarly unconventional place as yesterday—this time, it’s a Greyhound bus somewhere in the midst of Connecticut on our way back to Boston. The bus was initially nice and toasty, but it is getting kind of cold, and I am regretting more and more not bringing my jacket. This being said, today was fantastic. I have so much I have to say pent up over the course of the day that this post will surely be gargantuan, but here goes nothing. Let’s start immediately following where we left off: South Station. After finishing writing up the blog for yesterday, I attempted to sleep, but found no solace, so instead comforted myself with pretend belting various songs and considering various aspects of random topics which shuffled in and out of my head. At 3 AM, the three of us on our collective journey headed over to the main part of the bus terminal in a quest for McDonald’s, which ended promptly when we saw that, although the lights were on, the wh...