At this point in my travels and in my life, I still regard changing course as a personal failing. I don’t yet have the hindsight to realize that some places don’t fit quite right, for whatever reason, so sometimes it’s best to cash in your chips and give it a go somewhere new, even if a mere twenty-four hours before you didn’t even know that place existed.
Rachel Friedman, The Good Girl’s Guide to Getting Lost
All the Amazon links go to the mp3 purchase page for the song on the U.S. Amazon site (I don’t have room or time to cover all online retailers, but the one link should help you figure out what album the song is from if you want to purchase it elsewhere).
There are so many songs that I could have added to this but either couldn’t find them on YouTube or thought that they were not quite right for Harriet’s mood. I also tried to limit it to shows that I thought Harriet would be familiar with. What do you think I should have included?
Later, I’ll look back and recognize this rush of excitement as my first glimpse of what exactly it means to travel alone in a faraway land: I can go anywhere. I can do anything. And the all-important: I can be anyone.