A sense of calm, as well as a fear of the unknown, comes over you as you start your solo drive across the United States for the first time. Your belongings in the back and your future ahead, the odometer tracks your progress on the open road.
Keeping your personal life private isn’t such an easy task
Everybody wants to know what I’m on. What am I on? I’m on my bike busting my ass six hours a day. What are you on?
It wasn’t until I searched for apartments in New York City that I understood the importance of the bathroom.
It always starts with just one drink.
A 19-year-old Ivy League student athlete named Madison Holleran posted an image of holiday lights twinkling in the trees of Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia on Instagram an hour before she killed herself by jumping off of the ninth level of a parking garage downtown.
“A guy with a man bun came up to me the other night and said, ‘I want to marry you,’” my friend said. “I just stared at him. And then one of my friend’s chimed in, ‘Sorry! She just moved in with her boyfriend.’ I didn’t know how to react. Where were all of these guys when I was single?”
You try to get as close as possible to the car in front of you so another car can fit behind. The car that squeezes in behind you gets too close to your back bumper and now you’re pinned in and unable to leave the spot.