• 13th January
    2012
  • 13
I’m on a train and heading up to Boston to visit with two of my best girlfriends from college. I think the stress of waiting for the track number to be announced, followed by the mad rush of passengers flooding the gate once it was posted, nearly caused a panic attack. As excited as i am to reach the destination, I tend to enjoy the actual travel aspect of it all. However, feeling like cattle doesn’t rank very high on what I consider to be fun and the people at Penn Station were animals. Now that I’m on the train (in the quiet car, thank goodness), I’m looking forward to reading (something educational for once and yes that is a pink highlighter because I’m just that nerdy) and watching a movie (Moneyball again or The Help?). (I’ve had that song with the lyrics “I think I’ll go to Boston” stuck on my head for days. Oof)

I’m on a train and heading up to Boston to visit with two of my best girlfriends from college. I think the stress of waiting for the track number to be announced, followed by the mad rush of passengers flooding the gate once it was posted, nearly caused a panic attack. As excited as i am to reach the destination, I tend to enjoy the actual travel aspect of it all. However, feeling like cattle doesn’t rank very high on what I consider to be fun and the people at Penn Station were animals.

Now that I’m on the train (in the quiet car, thank goodness), I’m looking forward to reading (something educational for once and yes that is a pink highlighter because I’m just that nerdy) and watching a movie (Moneyball again or The Help?).

(I’ve had that song with the lyrics “I think I’ll go to Boston” stuck on my head for days. Oof)

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