I own a Winter coat!

THIS winter coat which makes me not shiver anymore.

Right at this very second, I'm sitting uncomfortably on some cold metal chairs, that I'm sure used to be red, at a Grey Hound terminal in Richmond, Virginia.

It's 5:25am.

I'm doing surprisingly well with this fact.

I'm in the middle of a 16 hour commute from New York to Charlotte, North Carolina.

Nearly two weeks ago, I left Isaac in Vegas to make my way to Philadelphia. While I do love that R. Kelly's remix to Ignition is still in California's Top 40, I wanted to go back to the East Coast because I missed so much. I'm almost certain Isaac wasn't ready to go home.
I was very happy our rolls weren't reversed.

Everyday I'm away, I hear about some illustrious distant land somewhere that promises me something glorious and I want nothing more than to make my way there and take it.

At the moment I'm pretty set on making my way to Alaska with someone amazing after the ski season. I have to be careful because wanting everything is very similar to wanting nothing.

I hope Isaac makes it back over here at some point because someone needs to ensure I get into a healthy amount of trouble.

Philadelphia is a great town and I stayed at a really friendly hostel where I met some fantastic people. Everyone that actually lives there has some kind of strange emotional hang up that they're only too keen to tell you about, given the right amount of liquor. I won't go into detail but the story ends with us fleeing from a girl that owned just far too many cats.

Philly is also the most liberated place in the world!! I say this because while I was there, I visited the constitution center...
located in Independence Mall,
on Independence Ave,
oposite Independence Park,
where the Liberty Bell lives.

I wish I was making this up.

I was in Philadelphia to meet up with Dan, my other more stylish and responsible half and to lick the Liberty Bell.

As it turns out, American takes the protection of its national artefacts rather seriously.

Even if I did make it past the aligator infested moat, used my limited contortion skills to navigate my way through the maze of lazer death beams and answered the Liberty Bell's guard trolls three riddles correctly, I'm sure I would have been shot by security before I could taste delicious liberty.

Also Dan just out right refused to take the photo in fear of becoming my neighbour in an immigration jail. 

I was pleased that we managed to make it to a Philly Roller Girls roller derby match because girls on skates beating each other up... yes please.

After Philly, we took a short bus ride to Washington DC to chase a band and play Drag Bingo. 

Oh and the Smithsonian and monuments and blah blah.

I look mildly insane because all I did in DC was take photos of trees and jump around in leaves and kick them about. Someone said to me, "it's like you've never seen fall before!" I assured them that that's exactly what it's like because I have never experienced fall before. 

While I was lucky to miss out on the effects of Hurricane Sandy, Daniel wasn't and it had cut into the time he had put aside for New York.
I very happily suggested that we should go back there. Not so I can see the friends I miss too much already, eat bagels at my favourite cafe' in Bushwick or go ice-skating and see 5th Ave's Christmas decorations but... you know... for him.

I won't talk about New York... again... but I'm going to move there so I can marry the bartender of my dreams but for now, I had to start make my way South.

I do like that you experience places differently depending on who your with. I like that the other persons perspective rubs off on me. It forces me to look at things differently and sometimes it teaches me patience and I'm certain it's teaching Dan tolerance... if he had room to learn any more.

We've come up with this very delicate, very scientific way of deciding where we go next. We throw the names of all the cities we think we'd like to go to into my bandana and pull somewhere out. In doing this, we agree on one rule.

Whatever the bandana says. Goes. 

So, there, that's how we ended up heading South on a bus to North Carolina and how I've ended up listening to Jinja Safari, while I watch the sun rise over the Virginia country side with my best friend of ten years.