I worked a lot my
freshman year of college. I saved every penny I made from my work study job in
the library and I took on extra shifts in the tool department at our local
Sears whenever I was back in my hometown. Similarly, my sister didn’t spend a
dime of her megre ROTC stipend and stocked fruit at the grocery store down the
street until she couldn’t look at another banana.
Eventually, all of
our hard work paid off and by mid-spring, Jessi and I had socked away enough
money for something we’d been dreaming about for ages: an epic European
backpacking trip. Ignoring our parents’ protests (“You’ll be kidnapped!”
exclaimed my father), we applied for passports and booked our plane tickets.
This was exciting stuff for two New Hampshire kids that had never crossed the
Mississippi River, nevermind the Atlantic.







