I’m traveling from NH to MN today to meet some of the team at my new job. I’ve already done the first carpool leg and I’m onto the bus now! Airplane to come! Expected 10 more hours of joyful journeying. Buckle up and join me for a thread of observation, consternation, and transportation! 🚗 🚍 ✈️
Already some Olympic-level hacking going on so I’ve masked up. I recently got somewhat laid off (better than being a little big pregnant), but I still rep my faculty union because they fought for us! Solidarity! Also swag!
Just got my first ominous text saying to expect delays and cancellations as Boston Logan Airport digs out from two feet of snow from a giant blizzard. If you’re all lucky, this 10 hour trip could turn into 20!!! I have attached an avalanche beacon to my carryon and I am going for it.
Reader, I fear I may have to use the bus lavatory. I have ridden countless buses in my day and it’s never come to this. But the alternative seems potentially worse?
Reader, I have returned. It was beyond what I could have imagined. A large plush lobby, snacks, and warm towels. You think the bus loo will be a tiny closet of hell, but trust me when I say it’s Narnia in there.
Robin DeRosa
Sasha Akhavi