The trip to New York City is in progress at the moment and we are speeding toward Providence at the moment. I have a window seat and have done my journaling both while waiting at the train, and once on. Now I have time to type in my blog the ideas are just flowing seamlessly. I really don't mind the trip because I actually can appreciate the silence.
Tom, my rock, stayed until 6 a.m. (we arrived at 5:40) and I made him leave because I was afraid of getting too distraught. Now that I am traveling there is a joy in the solitude, because I can see things more clearly, than when the anxiety is so dominant.
We are arriving in Providence as I write, and it sounds as though the train is going to be full! I am just grateful I have a window seat and that it is still relatively quiet. If there is one thing I abhor about traveling is the rudeness and noise of people unaware that they are not in their living rooms. Trying to treat others with decency and respect is something I was raised with but it doesn't really seem in abundance in recent years. My hope is that whoever sits next to me is not a person who makes a mess or tries to invade my space...well here they come!