Tiny Love Stories: ‘We’d Lost the American Dream’
A New Dream When we lost our apartment, my job and your nest egg in the 2008 recession, you suggested we move into your van and drive south to stretch the paycheck you earned online.
It was just you, me and our dog. Then I got pregnant in Peru, and we continued on with our baby in tow to Patagonia. We’d lost the American dream, but through life’s twists, we found a different one, on the road.
After 14 years, 23 countries and four continents, we ditched the van but are still chasing new horizons, redefining what it means to be “better-off.” — Stevie Trujillo Bathroom Refuge “I kissed a girl and now the boys keep asking us to do it again.
It’s uncomfortable,” my boarding school roommate told me. “You did it for them?” I asked. “Obviously,” she replied. “We aren’t gay.” Without responding, I left to shower.
