I know, I know, I said that I’m doing this great and wonderful journey all alone and that I’m a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man to complete me. You might be surprised, then, at the fact that I basically view the world through a Tinderized lens, and the amount of times that I mentally swipe left is shrinking rapidly. I started out this trip saying to myself, “I think I shall take a…
The choruses of unsolicited advice that I should be completing this harebrained adventure with some kind of companion have mercifully begun to fade into the background. I think maybe their chanters have just begun to go hoarse. My favorite response when people like my distant cousin and her new husband, who are making their romantical cross-country honeymoon in a biofueled, camper-backed Toyota Tacoma (I’m not jealous at all), recommend that I do this with someone else is laden with sarcasm…