bonaventure

I can't stand people who can't tell the difference between being high and being happy, becuase it means that they don't know what either means. But that's not exactly what I want to write about.

I came home to Cambridge, MA vote today, and made enough mistakes on the way home that the entire experience has turned into a debacle, which is what people who don't love the journey but love the destination call an adventure. I, however, feel that all there is to life is love and the journey, so I'm simply making the best of it.

My mistakes were twofold.  First, I left my housekeys in my dorm.  Second, I checked the bus schedule for Amherst departures, 
but not Boston return departures. 

The first made it quite difficult for me to get into my house to unload my purposefully heavy backpack (if I bring stuff home incrementally, I have to carry less stuff back when I finally return home at the end of the semester) but not impossible, as my mom works right by the Central Square T stop, which I get off at to go home. I borrowed her keys to get into my house, after voting for Ron Paul (an utterly painless process that took literally 2 minutes) after picking up my check from the Border Cafe, my summer- and wintertime job in Harvard Square.

After entertaining my ex-girlfriend for a number of hours, I returned to South Station after returning to my mother her keys. I arrived and checked the schedule to find that I was mistaken in thinking that there would be an 8pm returning bus, and the last bus to leave had already arrived in Amherst.

I pondered my options.

My sense of adventure was first to kick in, so my first thoughts were, "well, I'm screwed anyway, so I might as well keep this whole thing going. why not go to New York?" I then called my father, who lives in Brooklyn, and he told me precisely why not to go to New York. He told me to instead call my mom and borrow her keys again.

Well, the adventurous part of my brain wouldn't give in so easily. I instead called my friend Matt, who is currently bored at Harvard. I write this from his couch at the end of one of the most practically educational days of my life, surrounded by Harvard kids who think they've made it to the destination but are only on one more step of the journey.