I am travelling on the train between Ottawa and Toronto and Toronto and Ottawa twice a week. 11 hours a week on the train. And I am addicted. Addicted.
I spend every week counting the sleeps until my next train ride. On travel days, it is the best part of my day.
The low lights.
The pulling away from the station, with no fanfare, no announcement, no strapping into your seat and bracing for take-off. Sometimes I don’t even notice we have started moving.
The fun of thinking we are moving, only to discover it’s the train beside us that is moving and we are still stock still. A magic trick.
The clink of the drinks cart as it comes down the aisle. Yes, drinks.
The sway of the car.
The sway of the car.
LATER: Watching The Girl on the Train. Emily Blunt, unemployed, spends her days riding the train. I totally get that! And am happy to know I am one of the cool girls. As uncool as she is as a character in the movie, it is Emily Blunt after all - you can’t shake that kind of cool!