For the first time in my life, at 25 years old, a few days ago, I rode a Greyhound bus. From the small city I live in to a major city, to see my ex-foster mother/best friend for the weekend. That bus was crowded and the seats suck, but at least the ride was relatively quiet, there weren't any odors, and the trip only lasted for 1 and a half hour. Me and my foster mother didn't do much, as on Saturday she was pretty tired from her trucking job. We did go to a few shops and eat out, though On Sunday, I pretty much slept all day on the couch while she did some household chores. When I was awake, I watched anime on her big screen TV. I went back home on Monday. My friend said that I was welcome to come back whenever, so I guess I wasn't too much of a bother to her. So glad I went. I was looking forward to it.