Westward Rebound

After my experience on the bus trip home this past October, I declared to myself that I would never take the bus again and I would never go back to Salt Lake. I now find myself on a bus to Salt Lake City, UT. Never say never. 

It has not even been a day and the greyhound fun has already begun including an at-capacity bus in Pittsburgh that myself and 5 other ticket holders were denied access to board. Reluctantly, I separated from my luggage, my bike and gear, as it was already loaded to be re-routed for a different bus. I am convinced after my last experience that Pittsburgh Greyhound and I just don't get along very well. Never a dull moment. 

I will reach Salt Lake to essentially get my butt kicked during the tryout week at my prospective job. I am not sure what the west will have in store for me this time around. As a lost wondering Frenchman in San Fran told me, all I know is that I don't know and that the plan can change.

However, I leave Leesburg a bit more equipped than last time and with a full heart from all of the people that have showered me with love over the years and full confidence that I will be paying a long overdue visit to Britney Spears in vegas! What more do i need? A wonderful thank you to my parents for throwing the sweetest Bon voyage party. Along with my mom's best tomato chickpea soup, the first ever gluten free coconut cake was successfully served in the Coates household with the help of the expert baking Sutton girls. 

Washington, D.C. 

Chicago, IL

My special travel tokens given to me from  my best friends Lindsey and Reagan.