On the way back to Iowa City, mid-morning, I sat in the very back of the bus on the top, center-aisle. My face reflected back at me, layered in the glass pane over cornfields and the megabus logo.
Time bends on long trips. Towards the middle it feels, in a good way, like it won’t ever end. At the end it seemed it passed too quickly, even though I felt like I lived a lifetime.
On this trip, I explored four cities I’ve never been to in my life and revisited three; four if you count Iowa City. I met and revisited countless people.
I pushed my personal boundaries—stepped into the unfamiliar, and in one of the few instances in my otherwise relatively uptight life, let go.
Number of miles traveled by bus:
(Based on google-mapping each megabus station and counting the Great Megabus Detour.)
Total hours spent on the bus:
Total number of days I traveled:
Number of different households I slept:
(Nine of them friends I knew in advance, four hosted me through couchsurfing.org and one was with friends of a friend. )
Number of unique visits to my blog as I write this (nationally and internationally):
Factoring groceries and rent against every dime spent on this trip out of my pocket- I came out...
It was not my initial intent, but taking this trip actually saved me money. I’m sooo using the $100 I saved towards starting a Roth IRA! (many many hours on a bus bought me time to investigate how to have a financial life).
On August 10, 2011, the day the midwest heat broke, at 2 pm I arrived back in Iowa City.
|(Iowa City doesn't have a skyline. )|
(where children play in the fountain)
I passed a freestanding outdoor piano (open for all to play) and one of the many book statues scattered around the ped-mall.
This one's page was open to a map of Iowa City's landmarks; etched in the corner: "Beyond this place, there be dragons."
Oh, Iowa City.
I passed the Old Capitol Building:
And I returned to my bike. Plants now poking from it’s lonely spokes.
I entered through my front door, into my apartment:
Where I immediately passed out on my own futon.
I unicycled into the sunset.
How can megabussing solo halfway across the country and back for $69.50 not leave you feeling profoundly empowered?
END OF EPIC MEGABUS JOURNEY