A Trip To Boston

A quote I loved on the wall of my hostel The Journey Everything was going well. My alarm had woken me up at 4.15am, and thankfully I'd been excited enough to avoid pushing snooze. I got myself ready and packed, and headed out to the bus stop at 5.30am. Seaside Heights, where I live, can be a bit of a scary place at times, and no more so than at 5.30 in the morning, where everyone who crosses the street looks like they might stab you. At 5.45am, I expected the bus. By 5.55am, I started to panic. I had to be in New York in time to get to my 8.10am megabus to Boston, and the bus to New York was due to arrive at 7.40am. With the first bus running late, and a few...