There’s karma and there’s consequences and there’s backstory I’m just not gonna share with the interwebs, but let’s all just know that I got mine.
And what, exactly, does one do when that happens? If you’re me, and you’ve always done the safe thing and followed the rules and sweet jesus NO I would never jaywalk don’t you know that’s illegal? then you do this.
You say, hey? you know what? I’m going to be alone and miserable this weekend, but I have a shiny card and there’s a city I love halfway across the country where I can wear two (two!) long-sleeved shirts in June and still feel a slight chill. There’s a city with awesome views and amazing opportunities for photography where I can walk down the street alone without fear and where I feel a modicum of familiarity. And most of all there’s a city that’s different from mine, and right now that’s worth all the credit card debt in the world.