I was brought close tears sitting in John Steinbeck's house with a glass of wine in Salinas, CA. I had no idea it was possible to go inside and no idea that they have a little tea room there where people dressed in the style of the day serve visitors. And then there was the Steinbeck museum. Save a whole day for that! However, possibly the best places on your journey will be in seedy hotels you might stay in. The drama of life is all there. I myself would like to visit the Chelsea Hotel in NY if it's still there. That's the one that Leonard Cohen sings about where all the poets and artists in the 60s hung out: "I remember it well, the Chelsea Hotel..." I once graded essays with a guy who stayed there with Stockard Channing and whoever else was there at the time. It seems as if it must have been a very synergistic place. If you love the ocean, come to southern California - Corona del Mar, Newport Beach, Laguna Beach, Dana Point, - watch the surfers. I saw my first surfer up close at age 58 and thought "How in the world did it take me this long..." Most importantly of all, take a road trip - maybe even all by yourself. Pretty soon the word "aspiring" drops off of a young writer's description of himself or herself. And that's a very good day.