Saturday, September 3, 2016

Train Day Two

It may be day 3...?  The days are blurring together. I left on a Thursday and it's currently Saturday, but it's also the second 24 hour period, and I have one more before I'm in New York. 

I'm definitely groggier. 
I've been yelled at by a passenger and two conductors for trying to sleep......which is ridiculous because a) my health and b) what else is there to do on the train...?  Not to mention Train Friends number Two and Four and I have all been asleep at some time in the last day and no one complained then. 

All but one of the employees is in a pissy mood it seems. Ahh well.  Soon I will have a room to sleep in and no one there to angrily poke at me to wake up...

The sights are still beautiful, though it's definitely been nothing but cornfields for the last 12 hours.  My little group with Friends Two and Four is going to split up once we're in Chicago. We've been together since LA, so it'll definitely be a different voyage without them.  I think it's incredibly serendipitous that we all met on the same train, all leaving LA on the same day, same time, to start our lives somewhere else. 
It's been very comforting to have friends facing the same excitement and nerves. 

Then again, everyone on here sort it seems like they're running from something.  Either temporarily from the mundane of their everyday, or permanently running from houses that weren't homes. 

Awhile back I realized that no matter how diversely incomparable every individual is and how different work can be....the feeling of work being "uuugh work" makes sense to all of us.  Thus the need to spend our days doing something that feeds our souls is a universal human emotion.
And after being on this train....perhaps the fearlessness in trading malcontent for the new and unknown, is unanimous within us as well. 

Anyway, those are today's thoughts. Spencer is loving the trip and doesn't seem to mind the downsize of his train home, and I have little pocket warmers keeping him warm enough at night. That, and I spoon his picnic basket as I sleep. What can I say, I love this little bug. And without him, I wouldn't be on this voyage today. 

I am excited for the unknown ahead, and for the train epiphanies of tomorrow. 
(Above: friends two and four respectively)

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