that girl.
I took the train back from London today. It was a five hour ride, to which the police constable I spoke to about my stolen/lost wallet (THAT's a whole other story) cringed. See, here, in the UK, anything farther than two hours is really far. Ha. See, here's the thing though, I really didn't mind, and I don't really mind travelling alone.
I used to get the same reaction when people found out I commuted to Stony for my summer class.
For me, it wasn't a bother - I quite liked the time to myself, where I didn't have to focus on traffic, a road, or a conversation. I sat on the train back to London, reading my book, and from time to time, staring out the window. All the while, I see fields of green...kept rolling into my head, because here in the UK, you actually see fields of greenery and yellow, unlike my train ride out to Stony.
I was very content to read, listen to music, and not think. I felt like those girls you read about described in books or on shows as being lost in their heads, wistful, and you are content watching them be lost in their book or worlds.
I felt like those girls, and I quite liked it. The wistful feeling, and imagining how other people could perceive it, how I might perceive one girl travelling alone, content to read her book, listen to her music, and gaze outside to the world, and how I'd admire her.
A phrase from a birthday card popped into my head from a friend. Only a few more years until we have to pretend to be adults. And all I could think was, oh, how that is exactly what we are doing now. Or at least, I mean, I am in some sense, and I don't mean that pretentiously.
I used to get the same reaction when people found out I commuted to Stony for my summer class.
For me, it wasn't a bother - I quite liked the time to myself, where I didn't have to focus on traffic, a road, or a conversation. I sat on the train back to London, reading my book, and from time to time, staring out the window. All the while, I see fields of green...kept rolling into my head, because here in the UK, you actually see fields of greenery and yellow, unlike my train ride out to Stony.
I was very content to read, listen to music, and not think. I felt like those girls you read about described in books or on shows as being lost in their heads, wistful, and you are content watching them be lost in their book or worlds.
I felt like those girls, and I quite liked it. The wistful feeling, and imagining how other people could perceive it, how I might perceive one girl travelling alone, content to read her book, listen to her music, and gaze outside to the world, and how I'd admire her.
A phrase from a birthday card popped into my head from a friend. Only a few more years until we have to pretend to be adults. And all I could think was, oh, how that is exactly what we are doing now. Or at least, I mean, I am in some sense, and I don't mean that pretentiously.