Trains...
It seemed to her that she spent half of her lifetime in the train station, waiting. It wasn't half so bad as it sounded when she wrote it down on paper, in fact most days it was quite interesting. She had always been a people watcher, and the train station provided a perfect platform for such an endeavour. Many times she would sit on the bench at the corner of the station, pull out her pad of paper and start to draw or write. Funny how she could just blend right into the crowd without any effort at all, it was second nature to her after all by now.
She had grown up in New York, and from her first breath she had fallen in love with the towering buildings and constant bustle of the crowds. Oh, there we're definately days that she dreamed of open fields or wondered what the world was like without subways and train stations crating endless patterns against the landscape. But her heart belonged to New York, and she was quite sure that no place would every quite feel like home.
That was until she was transferred to Medicine Hat:)
posted by Adventures of a Girl @ 12:32 AM
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