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Thank You

July 27, 2009

scan0004Well, folks, it is time. We have reached the end and thus the time for reflection. And boy, do we have a big mirror. This trip has changed a significant chunk of each of us. Steph has quit smoking, started eating well and, I think, moved one step closer towards figuring out true maturity (Yes, that is a compliment). Kelsea has opened up in a world of psychotic, older people (ie me and Steph), and though still flexible, she has become more confident and outgoing outside of her element. And I…well, prior to this trip, I was the poster child for Type A neuroticism. Now, call me Buddha Baby; I chit-chat with strangers, focus on the present and breathe and assess before flipping out because someone will be 30 minutes late to dinner. I hope, more than anything, that each of us can hang on to what we’ve gained.

But as I found myself lying on my living room floor watching Law & Order reruns, I realized this might be a bit trickier than it sounds. 

I think the secret to success lies in recreating the conditions of the road trip in the real world. Every day for the past two months, we did something new. We pushed ourselves, relied on strangers for direction and discovered incredible things hiding all over the country, whether it be the Grand Canyon or 3 ft. long beef jerkey in a gas station in Arizona. It was a world of wonder and excitement, almost like reverting to childhood, and I know that this is what I have to do to help my new self transition into my old world. IMG_1636

So, in this spirit, I have started a blog called Type7, a chronicle of my loose attempt to do or learn one new thing every day for a year. I say loose because I don’t want to make false promises, and I also don’t want to pigeonhole the blog. Expansion, cultivation and growth are half the fun. But I can tell you it will revolve around adventure. Around enthusiasm, curiosity, learning, lifestyle, travel and culture. It will document my attempt to live up to a Type Seven personality, looking at things from a child’s observant, inquisitive eyes and attempting to really participate in life rather than just let it fly by me on the bus. And though a big reason for the blog is my own personal accountability issues, I also hope I inspire others to live to the point of obnoxiousness–to always ask questions, to always try, and not to ask “Why?” but rather “Why not?”

Finally, and most importantly, it’s time for some thank yous. For everyone who donated, put us up, wiped our tears and filled our tanks. We couldn’t have done it without you.

Jasmine Au   Alice Christian   Norma Rankin    Sheila Thompson   Chris Yam   Sam Edgemon  Susanne Losch  Andrew Keith Cathy Chessin  Elliott Garlock  Dot Oaks  Chris C. Froehlich  Pam Boaz  Kristina Daoust  Shelley Rose   George Vieth   Steve and Norreen Pecsok   Maxine Levy   Rita Wuebbele   Stephanie Steiman    Maggie Hall    Laura Wickwire    Daniel Osit    Betty Woomer  Jan Roberts   Bruce Newell   Brenda Ross   Kelley Wittbold   Kurt Hill  Joanne Adler   Laura Riley   Lindsey Mundt   Wanda Albritton   Meredith Rose   Anita and Rob Headrick   Angie   Jennifer Davis   Wendy Higgins   Lorraine Pecsok   Nancy Pecsok   Marji Cyrul   Suzie Icaza   Joel Alsup   Catie Icaza   William O’Riordan   Fran Hickman   Larry Title   Kim Thompson  Zach Hollis  Tonya Orcutt    Mardelle Gundlach   Carmon Smith  Darlene and Jeff Whitaker  Ron and  Tina Hickman  Glenn Rockowitz  Gary Legg   Judy and Carl Mundt  Braden Roberson-Mailloux   Laura Bennett   Donna at Rodney Strong   Damon in Austin   Butch and Lonnie in Nebraska   Rachel Lipman   Jana Harrington   Lota and Bob Alsup   Milton Artis  Kristina Bradford  Chuck Lemaire Sarah Engelke    Every Manager at the Best Buy in Santa Fe   The Carvilles   Anthony Campo  Angela Hiatt   Anis and Tripp Trevarthan

A special thanks to our sponsors–Whole Foods, Best Buy and FOX 61

And of course, thank you to the houses–for everything you do.

End of the Road

July 17, 2009

IMG_2270We spent the day in Kingston, Ontario, visiting friends and eating Steph’s Grandma out of the house; on the way home, Steph stuffed herself behind the wheel one last time. ”I can’t believe we haven’t had one scratch on this car. Or a ticket.” she said, knocking on the dashboard. 

Well, thaaaanks a lot. The next day, as Steph slept in her bed in Toronto, Kelsea and I hit a stand still about 30 minutes outside the city. The phone truck behind us did not. It clunked into the back of Betty, jolting us forward and leaving two dents that look like claw marks, or perhaps vampire fangs, on the rear hatch. No real harm was done, and no insurance claims filed, but the bump had an ominous feel, like something had begun to change. 

We made it to Syracuse without any more hiccups, and after our nap in the parking lot, the house welcomed us with open arms. They gave us a room, offered us food and feeling bad that she didn’t make a bigger hooplah about our ending, Jennifer Siracini, director of development, called in the 24 hour news station to document our final casseroles. We explained that this house was special because Jennifer originally inspired the logistics of the trip. We explained that we’d made the same two or three casseroles all over the country, that we wanted to do this to say thank you to everyone that helped us. But when asked about the best part, about the biggest thing that we took away, I flubbered and mumbled. How could I answer this question in under an hour? How could I reduce all the phenomenalIMG_1511 people, ridiculous living conditions and personal changes to a couple sentences? I’m still trying to figure it out. Check back in a few weeks. 

An hour later, we left six casseroles steaming on the counter and took our last meal outside on the screened-in porch. The sun set over the Interstate and sirens whined in the background as Kelsea and I spooned poppy seed chicken casserole off our plates. I felt at peace and my mind was quiet, which, for anyone who knows me, is a really..really…big deal. I had expected an emotional overload.  But as I emptied my plate, I much preferred this ending. 

Some things never change, and Kelsea and I woke up at 2:30 the next morning to see Harry Potter. It made me cry and it woke me up. I drove straight through to New York without a single cup of coffee and twitched around my apartment all night long, unable to sleep and thinking “What will I do next? Unpack my closet? Clean the oven? Write a book? Buy a couch?” This attitude lasted until Kelsea left and I found myself alone at my desk for the first time in two months. It was weird. I heard the police sirens, the children playing at the school next door–all of the normal things, the city things, still happening, still moving. But I was just sitting. With focus and disbelief and a sense of contentment that I have not felt in a very, very long time. I suppose this is what happens when you do the things you are supposed to do. When you follow your gut, no matter the credit card bill or the idiocy. I don’t regret a single thing that has happened over the last two months, and I cannot wait until the three of us can get together and do it again. 

And Taylor Swift? Still playing.

Stay tuned tomorrow for a final thank you, a final wrap up and what’s next to come.

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We Lost Something in Canada

July 16, 2009

IMG_2258On Friday afternoon, we took off for Canada, land of wildflowers and ambivalents, with 4 goals: change the oil, stop at duty free, make it to Toronto by midnight and coerce Stephanie into abandoning her life and staying with us forever. How did we do? 

1. Oil Change Driving through Michigan, land of spare parts and bankrupt automakers, one might think it would be easy to find a cheap, quick oil change. Not so. After two exits with Starbucks, Fiber 1 bars, post offices and gas, we began to lose hope in our chances of finding liquid oil to ensure Betty’s smooth transition to Canada. Leave it to the WalMart atlas to save us.

Yes, indeed, about two miles before the only WalMart in Michigan with a Tire and Lube Express, Steph remembered that our atlas chronicled services offered at different stores around the country. She found our locale on the map, matched it with the cities in the front directory and lead us to an oasis of a WalMart, hidden in a forest off an unmarked highway. That’s about four miracles in a row.

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VERDICT: Success 

2. Stop at Duty Free In need of face wash and…other things…we approached the Canadian border around 11 pm hoping the duty free would still be open. But, alas, we did not see it, so after paying a highway toll, Steph decided it would be a good idea to ask the two security guards in combat boots in the middle of the road where we might find the duty free. Which meant that hours after explaining how to go through customs so that we did not get pulled over, we got pulled over. The two American guards poked around our car, asking about “that thing on top” and offering to write “we have weed” on the side of our car, so that Canadian customs would stop us. We giggled and chatted for about five minutes, and I learned that customs guards on a Friday night are just as bored as the guy working at the bowling alley. We all need someone to talk to, right?

VERDICT: Fail

3. Make it to Toronto After one Tim Hortons stop and two wrong exits, we pulled into Toronto around 2 am. And I’ll be honest, all I noticed were girls in really trashy outfits. But the next day, I saw the city’s beauty and charm. It’s like a little New York, which means you can live in Brooklyn and still walk/ get cabs to the Lower East Side. Despite the 3-week and counting garbage strike, the streets ran clean, and everywhere you looked, people sat on patios, smoking cigarettes, sipping on coffee IMG_2265and catching up with friends. To counter the four hour walking tour we took to see all of this, we dined that evening at The Fat Belgian and stuffed our faces with burgers, mussels and grilled calimari. Did I mention we were going to Kingston the next day to inhale Steph’s grandma’s peach cobbler? Yeah…about that…Canada’s pretty nice. 

VERDICT: Success

4.  Coerce Steph to abandon her life Though I’m sure the idea of another 7 hour car ride held a lot of appeal, we could not pry her away from Toronto. She sent us off with a delicious home-cooked dinner party (oh, how we have changed!) and woke up at 6 am to pack the car. And I really can’t say any more, other wise this blog is going to become the most cliche piece of mush you’ve ever read. Suffice to say, leaving sucked. 

VERDICT: Fail

CFC’s Top Ten Road Trip Tips

July 14, 2009

IMG_1727As our trip comes to a close, it seems pertinent to share some of what we’ve learned. Because really, what’s the point if you don’t share?

1. Decide on the budget before you leave. You don’t want anyone to think “Hilton” when the other is thinking “camping.”

2. Splurge on a GPS. If you spend money on one thing, let it be navigation. I can’t count how many fights our combo-GPS, Google Maps and Atlas (always buy an atlas!) have prevented.

3. Abandon notions of cleanliness. When in a car for hours at a time, certain bodily functions will arise that, otherwise, you wouldn’t want your boyfriend to hear. Let it go, or else you will be in pain.

4. Buy appropriate groceries. Jerkey, crackers, sliced cheese. Cans of tuna and other meats you don’t have to keep cold. Green peppers and cucumbers last extra long. That kind of thing.

5. Buy ice. This will keep you from having to throw out whole bags of chicken. If it’s humid, you need to change the ice twice a day (we needed to learn a lot about ice. we suck at ice.)

6. Stay connected I continued working on this trip, so we had a car plug adapter and a Verizon Wireless card. It was, in a word, phenomenal, but if you don’t need quite that level, know that you can usually jack wi-fi from hotel parking lots. 

7. Keep it cheap. Motels usually leave coupons at state Welcome Centers. Budget sites like kayak.com and roadsideamerica.com are great for cheap lodging and activities. Get your ice from gas stations and hotel ice machines. Park rangers know where the free campsites are located.There are ways to cut corner everywhere you look, just keep your eyes open. 

8. Driver controls the music. Period.

9. Bathroom Etiquette. Shut the door when you pee. Nothing is more disgusting than listening to someone else take a massive piss. Also, clean up stray hairs and liquids when you leave, and most importantly, bathroom time is alone time!

10. Exercise. While we’re on the subject of alone time, I can’t stress enough to importance of exercise. Even a daily, 30-minute walk will keep you strong and happy and stave off exhaustion.

Recession Blues? Try Volunteering.

July 11, 2009

IMG_2241Over the last two months, I’ve had some difficulties with people who have a stake in my apartment. To say the least. It’s complicated, but suffice to say I’ve seen people sink to unbelievably low levels of respect, honesty and integrity. And here, in Chicago, it’s reached a very unfortunate level, and I might have to move out of my apartment before I even get back. I can’t even relax when gas stations don’t have bathrooms, so my stress level right now? Don’t get me started.

With groceries that seemed heavier than normal, we arrived on the U Chicago campus to cook at the Ronald McDonald House. Excuse me, Ronald McDonald Mansion. Two sets of cherry doors with glass in-lays led into the foyer, anchored with a wide, circular table and cascading flower arrangement. The kitchen is bigger than many restaurant facilities. I’m talking 7 cutting boards. A woman named Karen was the first to pop up in the kitchen to see what we’re doing and help us navigate the 4,562 drawers.

Karen knew the layout because she has spent the last 2 years at this house. Both of her children, now in their late teens, have chiari malformation, a brain disorder that causes apnea, dizziness, headaches, nausea, ringing, an endless list of symptoms for which the only treatment is surgery; they came to the University of Chicago for Dr. David Frim, a neurologist who could fix their previously botched surgeries. In the last two years, they’ve been home for 13 weeks. Due to the economy and their absence, the family lost their business. Karen has blacked out in the hospital due to exhaustion. And her kids talk of suicide.

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Tearing up, she said that the house has been instrumental. Not just for her, but everyone here. When a child is sick, you can’t worry with renting a car, going grocery shopping, maintaining the family business so that you can pay for a place to stay. Food donations have dropped this year, Karen said, so the people who come to cook provide an invaluable service. ”The beeping, the fear, the worry…this place is an escape,” she said. “People come here to eat for an hour and we talk and help each other out. It’s like a little family.” True to her word, everyone ate at one long table that night, celebrating the successful open heart surgery for a 6-day old baby that had come to the house earlier that week. 

When people are living like this, how can I possibly stress out about an apartment? It’s just a place to stay. It’s just stuff. Worst case scenario, I’ll put my stuff in storage and deal with it when I get back. I cannot possibly worry, and I cannot possibly indulge the people who have sunk so low and become so petty over a few rooms in an old building in New York.

Repeatedly, we have arrive at the houses stressed out, or unhappy for one reason or another, and they have put things into perspective. The ants in our car? Not important. The air vent exploding on the Interstate? Not important. Running out of gas with the closest station 5 miles out? Really doesn’t matter. What matters is home and family. People who care. And yes, I know I’m delving into reflective mumbo jumbo. But with a trip like this, something really does change. All we can hope is to hold on and carry it home.

West Coast Photogs

July 10, 2009

So. I’ve been terrible with updates lately. We went to Canada, and they don’t have Internet there. That’s a lie. They do. I’m just getting tired.

But we do have exciting photo updates! Vegas, California, Oregon and Seattle for your viewing pleasure. Stay tuned tomorrow (I promise…ok, fine, by Friday at least) for real-time posts on Chicago, Canada and Syracuse. Here’s a teaser:

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Wild, Wild West

July 8, 2009

Ever wonder what happens when you plop three city girls into the wilderness? Watch our webisode to find out! Picture 1

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