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The Smell of Adventure

I sit in an apartment in uptown Minneapolis.

From here, I have two plans.

1. Minneapolis --> Allentown --> Assorted East Coast Adventure --> The South --> Costa Rica --> Argentina/Brazil/Something like that
Features: Mom, new friends and college friends, unseen parts of america, cumbia, trombone playing, reconnect with study abroad life

Cons: Feels kind of old hat compared to option 2

OR

2. Minneapolis --> California --> Assorted West Coast Adventure --> Alaska? --> Japan? --> Silk Road --> Indian --> Turkey --> Europe/France?
Features: sister, cousins, the unfamiliar west coast, effing alaska, motherfucking asia and great adventure, and exchange student friends.
Cons: Likely to break the bank

I ain't got much money in my bank account and I might be able to make a little money and learn a shit ton about Latin music on the first option. The second option would be awesome, but might be more of a see the world, get nothing but thoughts out of it experience.

And I'll need to stop in Kansas City somewhere along the way there. If indeed someone really wants to visit me in late august and I wanna catch that wedding...

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