During a time which I should be working on the final few assignments I have left, instead I find myself in a room surrounded by a rooftop moss garden planning a train ride. From Paris to Montpellier, France. It's so far ahead of my actual departure date, that the scnf website is telling me that my reservation can't officially be confirmed yet. (For if I can navigate the French page, instead of the one designated for Americans, tickets are half the price. Hmm. Thanks for the ego boost, Frenchies.)
The thing I like about trains, and planes and cars and buses and bikes (my preferred method), for that matter are that they provide the rider with a state of nearly perpetual motion, of restlessness. So at any moment, by the time someone conceives the need to identify where they are, they are somewhere else. It reminds me that very few things stay the same. And slowly that quote that my mother has said to me several times, begins to seem more real. Because 'Wherever you go, there you are."
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