Life is like a box of.. miscellaneous items that I have to eventually throw out.

June 3rd marked the end of my high school endeavors. Through hormonal outbursts and parental drama, I have finally made it out of the world of 6:45 AM bus rides and shameful existential crises. Growing up in Pennsylvania, my world consists of 2 AM Wawa runs and mass text messages asking who’s parents are out of the house. One could say that my life is boring, and I would certainly have to agree with him or her. My friends and I sat in the corner of the hallway talking about our futures, where we were planning to go and what we were planning to do, but we all know too well how nobody can ever predict shit. 

My senior year was spent working 2 jobs, busing tables and being hit on by 35 year old waiters. Receiving that lousy paycheck definitely made the experience worth it, because I knew that if I didn’t, I would be sitting in my bed watching Breaking Bad and Adventure Time, smoking shitty weed out my childhood bedroom window. But unfortunately I accomplished both goals. 

5 months of no weekends off and 6 hours a day of running up and down the stairs of the shittiest upscale-Spanish-Mexican restaurant in the whole Main Line, I came up with an activity to distract myself of the cold winter and hot ex-boyfriend who was fucking every girl that he possibly could. I vowed to myself that I would drive across America. To some, this may come easy. But with no car, no money, and no friends that were interested in suicide, I was determined to meet my goal. 

To be continued…