The Beginning

So the story begins on a relatively cool Tuesday morning. With a half hangover and e heavy heart from the goodbye party the night before, we managed to tie up all the loose and and handover the apartment to my two roommates, Dave and Cassie. We decided to do a little day trip out to Long Island to take advantage of the beautiful weather as well as Dave having the day off. We stopped at Dido Beach and had a soak in the Atlantic before saying the last goodbyes and hitting the road. Leaving behind our packed lunch, our inhibitions, and $500 in parking tickets -- we were off to Connecticut.

After hours in traffic, we arrived at the Morrison house in North Haven (just north of New Haven, home of Yale). Sarah, a friend of Doug's from his trip on the bus, treated us and the rest of her family to a lovely salmon dish under the New England stars. The four of us spent the night outside in her treehouse -- probably one of the best nights sleep I'd had in weeks. I'm sure this had a lot to do with being free of all the stress with moving out of my apartment (and basically my life) in NYC.

Today we did a brief tour of Yale University. Brief meaning: driving through Yale on our way to the Eli Whitney museum. That's right, the same Eli Whitney who invented the Cotton Gin. A quick hike around the premises and we were en route to Vermont to Sara's alma mater. I'm writing this on my iPhone as we're on the road. More to come...