Here is what I knew a month ago. I knew I had most of August off and I knew I wanted to go visit my friend John (from Korea) in Denver. But the details of this visit were beyond me.
Here what I knew last week. I was going to Toronto for a few days and after wards I wanted to check out major American cities on the way to Denver (Detroit, Chicago, and anything else along the way).
Because I’m “thrifty” and because I like to meet new people, I decided to use Couchsurfing for beds in those cities (as well as a way to make a new friend and gain unique insight on the city). However, due to the somewhat volatile nature of my itinerary, I only started to look for a host and a ride to Detroit and figured I’d look for the rest when I had a better idea where I was heading. By pure chance, I ended up finding a direct ride (overnight!) to Chicago. I jumped on that opportunity as soon as I saw it. But I was now confronted with a new problem. Where would I sleep? I figured, worst comes to worst, I could stay at a hostel and meet people there to explore with. Wrong. The weekend I went to Chicago (and the reason why I easily found a ride) was that Chicago was hosting a huge music festival. As it turned out, this large influx of people made it impossible to find a hostel two days before my arrival and after 20 or so couchsurfing requests, it didn’t look like anyone had room on their couch (or floor) for me.
Needless to say, it was a stressful time for me.