The Girl on The Train
As I’m on my 100 th plus ride back to the city I got to thinking about how much of a commonality this train ride has become to me at this point, triggering the reminiscent mindset, and got me back to thinking of my first train ride when I decided to move to NYC. The girl on that train was completely and utterly terrified, but overwhelmingly excited and curious about what was to come. I can remember trying to fight back tears (yes I do shed those occasionally) when I turned around and saw my parents walking back down the stairs, to their home, back to my friends and family I’ve grown up with, back to comfort and security. I remember almost second guessing the move but that quickly got erased with the Holy #$*%#)$(@#) I actually did it, I jumped and now I have to figure out how to not plummet to the ground and land in a pile of shi, alone. I think a lot of people look for clarity in a big transition; it’s just a way of providing comfort to make one feel as if they are doi...