Well, I can't say it was glamorous, but the end result of my cross-country trip is a good story, a great new job, and the 3 pounds I earned by sitting on my ass and eating fast food for a week. Obesity is truly an American epidemic - all trans-fats and highway miles.
American Express was quick to respond to my distress call, so I've got money in my pocket and a new credit card on the way. The camera, however, is gone, which is why the picture accompanying this post came from a Google search. I did, however, hike the Kasha-Katuwe Tent Rocks National Monument, which, in addition to rock formations, featured cattle and a bunch of mobile homes.
(The loaner photo reminds me of this band I saw in New York. They get old slides from garage sales and garbage cans, and then refashion them into a $10 audio-visual show with their daughter on drums.)
I'm having some difficulty getting used to the sun, but am otherwise very happy here. My roommate is very smart and very fun, there's a great yoga center (lots of rich women with fake boobs - hysterical), and I'm already vested in the ASU retirement plan. What more could a single, 26-year-old woman ask for?
