Field Notes: On The Road

It’s only my third day on the job — I find myself behind the wheel of a ’76 VW bus converted into a mobile food truck (oh, and it’s a stick). I’ve only driven a standard once or twice, and by “drive” I mean that I mostly sat stalled out in the middle of an intersection, struggling through a panic attack. I’ve been told I am a fast learner, and what better place to learn than on the open road?

This isn’t what I went to school for. It’s not the reason I took out tens of thousands of dollars in loans. And it’s definitely not what I diligently studied for five years, nor am I a trained mobile food truck guru. But, I do get free empanadas, and that certainly counts for something.


In the weeks leading up to the day I would walk across a stage, shake a strangers hand, and be given an empty diploma sleeve, I scoured the web searching for jobs — any job. I leafed through dozens of cookie-cutter offers promising they would maybe remember my name the twentieth time I re-introduced myself as “the new guy” as I slouched in my office chair in a less than spacious cubicle. Wishing I could drop out, write a book, and travel across the country in search of other jobless nomadic communes, I all but gave up any hope that I would ever be self-reliant. Realizing I would soon be thrown into the frenzy that is the ‘real world’ I decided to jump on the next opportunity that arose. With a strange wimb I knew that opportunity had come in the form of a blue and orange mini-bus named “Kombi” — who gets to decide what a “real job” looks like anyway?

Mapping out my future has never felt so adventurous as it does now. Stability and routine are overrated. Each day I’ll wake up curious — wondering who I will meet, what I might see, where I might stall out and on what busy road, but no matter what I know that each day will be an adventure waiting to be explored.

S0, I didn’t drop out, I’m not working on writing a book, nor am I traveling across country — but I am writing a blog, traveling across New England in a hippy bus, getting paid to have summer fun, all while eating delicious empanadas along the way.

This might just be the realist job I’ve ever had.

Cheers, to the adventures ahead, the people I will meet, the roads I will travel, the food I will enjoy, and to all of the unknown in between.