I thought I'd progressed over three weeks of train traveling to
Stamford. I know which subway car gets me closest to the Grand Central
steps and how much time I need to go to the ATM and still make the train. And I know
that my goal is to be in a forward facing seat on the train to Stamford.
Unfortunately, what you know and what you can do are not always the
same. Today, on a train crowded in every car, it was a long walk for a spot, culminating in a seat that not only faced backwards but also
bordered a wall rather than a window. As hard as it is to stay awake
looking out the window, it is nearly impossible to stay awake while
looking at just the back of a seat, so by the time I heard "tickets,
please!" it was waking me up from a deep sleep. On the one hand, why
wouldn't person sleep on a train ride when there aren't nearly enough
hours to sleep at home? But having come way too close to missing my stop
more than once, I know better-- leave the sleeping for home and the
writing for the train.
I wish I'd gotten a window seat, and a forward facing one at that. But
we don't always get what we want, and I'm sure there will be many, many
things this week that matter a lot more. For now, a ride, a blog post written,
and the start of a new week will be just fine with me.
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