Day 6: I sleep most of the day at Stephens house. I’m having one of my weekly anxiety attacks. Its raining and all I think of is what I’m doing on this trip. What am I doing? I’m sweating, I think of Kristen. I sleep off the feeling and get up when Dan is knocking on my bedroom door. He was worried, I assure him I am fine. A lie in its truest form. We get a burger at the diner down the road. The conversation we had will remain a mystery. Dan pays. I go back and Stephen tells me how the older people in Northampton call the place Hamp, while the younger generation calls it NOHO. “You can tell a lot about a person by what they call this place,” he says.