Up until this point, I thought San Diego was Lego Land. Like, literally, I had no idea what was down there. In fact, before this trip…
Getting hit by an 40 ton semi-truck hurts; in fact, you feel like you’re going to die, like at any moment your body is going to give up on you, and you’re going to fall to the ground doubled over in a burning, aching, queasiness. Most of you have probably experienced this in…
Of course, the phrase isn’t used in the way that I’m using it, and it was probably a poor stylistic choice to do so because it’s deeper than mere geographic distance, but I’m just a college student and I’m writing for free for Medium — fight me.
“Where are you from?”
“I’m from Perris,” he said.
“Sweet, do you speak french?”
“Oui, je parle français, et vous?”
“Oui!”
I had a lot of expectations about what would happen today.
Usually, when one has expectations, we talk about whether they were met or not, but I’m not interested in that because I make it a point to have only factual expectations for things. That…
As we drove into the driveway of Will’s house in New Hampshire, the thoughts and memories of the last 3 weeks ran through my head. This was the last stop of my cross country trip, and soon I would be back home in the bay. “There’s no way this is over,” I thought; I felt deep shock, as if I had…
