That’s it, see you tomorrow…
No, but seriously trains. They are maybe my favourite mode of transport. I loved very little more than settling into my seat on the train back from (and to) Liverpool to London because it was 2 and a half hours of nothing time. Just time to disconnect, to sit and watch the world go by. It’s one of those great periods of time where doing nothing doesn’t seem like a waste of time because you’re not really doing nothing…you’re travelling.
But on the other hand, it is a great time to get all the little things done. Back in the days of my city to city commute (I phrased that like it was a super regular occurrence there, I did it 6 times a year for 3 years) would catch up on reading, plan essays, plan other things, make lists (I rarely wrote them down though, I carry a lot of mental lists in my head), if I could I would even have a little nap. It was my time to do with whatever I wanted.
And that’s not to say that the rest of my time isn’t, but it is tied up in other responsibilities. Work, eating, sleeping, writing, watching too many cooking reality TV shows, procrastinating on the internet. 24 hours gone. And repeated.
Except for my two half hour train journeys. Where other than paying attention in one direction so I don’t miss my stop (which wouldn’t be the end of the world if I did because I could still easily get to work) I have time where I can just not have to be on (with the exception of being a courteous traveler). I get a lot of reading done, I have ideas that I can jot down, I get to listen to music uninterrupted, I can people watch. Or just completely zone the hell out.
Let’s be honest, I do that last one a lot.
But I value my zoning out time, it’s a calm in the eye of a storm (my life is 100% not that dramatic, but you catch my drift), it balances everything back out.
So yeah, I like trains.
(Plus you can get a train to Disneyland, and what could be better than that?)
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