I’ve never been to Boston in the Fall, and I think I’d like to take a birthday trip there this year.
I mean, why not? I have no job; I have no classes to attend. I have no children to fuss over. I’m turning 22 years old, I have already set a goal to see all fifty states, and I’ve been given a free airline ticket to anywhere within the continental United States. If I fly into Boston and drive through all of New England, I could cross six states off my list for the price of one! What a deal.
The original intent of my airline ticket gift was to come visit my family in Arizona, but I’ll be down in October for a wedding and again in December for Christmas, making a total of five trips down in one year. Plus I’ll see all my family in July (Utah family reunion) and my big sister is bringing That Baby up for a visit in August.
So why shouldn’t I swing over to Boston in September?
My only problem is that nobody will go with me. [Actually, I don’t view this as a problem so much as a minor setback. I mean, I toured Paris for a week all by myself and could not have had a better time.] I’m not afraid of traveling alone–it’s just that…well…I won’t be able to rent a car once I get there. Because I’m too young.
Also, I would love to meet up with some blogging friends while there, but it seems that my already-sparse readership is especially scant east of Albany, New York [and by “scant” I mean nonexistent].
Short of begging the vast internet world for a travel buddy over the age of 25 (and who wants to tour New England with a stranger? I’d rather be alone [no offense, Internet]), there’s really nothing I can do about it. Poor Kyle won’t come with me because he doesn’t care to, and nobody else I know has the means (either financially, physically, time-wise or child-wise) to come along.
On top of all this, I really don’t know how to squeeze all of New England into five or six days by car. In fact, I don’t even know if it can be done. Aside from landing in Boston, I haven’t a clue as to where I should start.
But now I’ve confessed I’m going, there’s no way I can back out of it. So there it is. I’m going to Boston in the Fall.
And I can’t stop singing Veggie Tales because of it: