Postcards from Young America

Jason's trip notes from Portland to Savannah.

Please do not walk on the carousels. Thank you.

PDX worker

About to head home. After traveling for two weeks I started to be comfortable not having to be home. I made it all the way to Georgia. I want to head north by train to see DC and NY but that can wait. I have a interview on Thursday. I suppose that’s a good reason to stop traveling. I really want to head out again soon; hopefully over seas. This was a good trial run for a longer adventure. There are so many places I still need to see.

About to head home. After traveling for two weeks I started to be comfortable not having to be home. I made it all the way to Georgia. I want to head north by train to see DC and NY but that can wait. I have a interview on Thursday. I suppose that’s a good reason to stop traveling. I really want to head out again soon; hopefully over seas. This was a good trial run for a longer adventure. There are so many places I still need to see.

Shrimp and brisket for lunch!

Shrimp and brisket for lunch!

I am exhausted (and barely able to write well)

When I arrived in Savannah after nine hours of plane travel, I was “travel-worn.” I hadn’t shaved since LA (it wasn’t a very close), all my clothes were dirty, and I hadn’t had a shower longer than 90 seconds since I left. Worst of all, on the flight to the east coast, I got sick. It is nothing too serious - either a cold or allergies.

I grabbed a cab from the airport to my hotel, which was a first for two reasons: I hadn’t stayed at a hotel yet or taken a cab on my trip. I felt like a king. I was dropped off at the front door, checked in, and had a clean room all to myself.*

I slept for 10 hours, (which was how much I slept the last two nights combined) ignored the house keeping staff, showered for 15 minutes, used the complimentary shaving kit, scored free breakfast, and then sat on the bed watching HBO. I was reborn.

Now, two days later, I am exhausted again. I’m sitting in a soft queen bed on Tybee Island, GA. It is 8:30 PM here and 5:30 PM back home. I should be wide awake, but I’m falling asleep. It must be the sickness because I haven’t been as active as the first week of my trip.

I’ve been busy and it’s hard too post as often as I would like. I’ll try to get back into the habit for tomorrow and Monday.

*I really need to thank my mom again for getting me a hotel room.

My sister and I got a beach house for a couple days at Tybee Island. This was taken on the beach by the town’s main peer.

My sister and I got a beach house for a couple days at Tybee Island. This was taken on the beach by the town’s main peer.

Bonadventure Cemetery

Bonadventure Cemetery

A hot toddy and an awesome mug. So far so good Savannah.

A hot toddy and an awesome mug. So far so good Savannah.

I tried making a panorama of the Balboa Park Desert Garden.

I tried making a panorama of the Balboa Park Desert Garden.

There’s a bird in here!

A woman at SAN in response to a bird inside the airport

7 AM Wake-Up Call

The fire alarm went off at 7 AM this morning inside my hostel at San Diego. Even worse, the alarm is about three feet from my ears where I sleep. The worst part, the alarm didn’t last more than 15 seconds, which seems like an eternity when you’re trying to sleep.

My elementary school training did some good I suppose, because I quickly got out of bed and headed out the door. I was even ready to leave my laptop behind. However, when I entered the hallway and realized I was the only one out of bed, I quickly discovered there was no fire and the only alarms that went off were in my room and one other room.

Just the other day I was wondering why it can be so hard to find conversation starters with strangers. Well, early fire alarm wake-up calls are great conversation starters.

There was a girl, about my age, wondering the halls with a confused and tired look on her face. I must have had the same expression because she asked me one simple sort-of-a question.

“Fire alarm?’

The other fire alarm that went off was in her room. We roamed the halls a bit trying to figure out what was going on. We debated going down to the front desk and asking, however the most convenient way to the front desk is by elevator (a fire drill no-no). We went up a story to see if anyone else was awake in the kitchen: just one man making breakfast and singing along with Billy Joel on the radio. It looked like we were the only ones aware of the non-existent fire.

Though it was now 7:15 and I was exhausted, we decided the best course of action was to make some tea, meet each other, and start an unintentional early day.

We sat at a rickety wooden dinning table with our Lipton tea as the man in the kitchen continued singing. She is an actress from Saint Louis and is in San Diego auditioning for the part of Cookie Monster (or maybe, Grover) for a Sea World production. She has an amazing passion for acting. She doesn’t want to be a star or become rich. All she wants is to make a little bit of money here and there acting and take the rest of her time to travel.

We talked for almost two hours and invited others into our conversation along the way.

It was a great way to meet people in a new place, but now I really want to take a nap.