In Transit
I enjoy travelling.
And when I say that, I don’t mean being in a new place, I mean literally travelling by car, bus, bike, or my all time favourite, train.
Take literally, right now as I’m typing this into my phone.
I’m riding in a taxi, my window is down, the breeze is blowing in my face, and I have my headphones in listening to music.
I’m looking up at the mountains in the distance, while the 808s are hitting in the background.
I’ve still got an hour until I get to the train station, where I’ll have an additional four hour commute.
How good.
Normally, I’d dread such a long journey, but now they make me excited.
I can read, edit, write, listen to music, or just rest.
Wait a minute.
Thats exactly what I’m doing during this transition into the next period of my life.
Interesting.
Guess I should make the most of this also.
Because before I know it, I’ll also be there.
Anyway, the sun has just come out.
Going to put my phone away now.