Sleeping on a train when not in a sleeping car is similar to spending the night in a roomy hospital recliner. But, for the price it is worth it. I am fascinated by each small town with its small depot welcoming us even if we just skim by. It makes me feel like I’m part of something quaint for a moment as I head on to the bustle of the city.
The train is so soothing as it sails on the rails of the tracks. I love the train. I love the people and interacting with them. I love that I have already made friends with Bunny and Nick. I love that Allen and Nick exchanged phone numbers at the train station. I love that Walt Miles, the Birmingham Station Agent, and I took a selfie. I love that my dear friend, Kevin Dearmon, whom I met on the train in 2010 as he was working his train attendant shift, and I talked by phone yesterday. I love that his Amtrak boss from New Jersey is on our train today. I love that a fellow passenger named Walker helped us with questions because he is a seasoned train passenger. I love watching the world outside my window. The train is singing me a lullaby. I love the train.
“I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.” Anna Funder, Stasiland: Stories from Behind the Berlin Wall
Today I leave on the train for New York for a month. I bought a one-way ticket. To some people, I might as well be traveling to the moon. Why am I going? Because I need to go. I will be writing, staying sober and sharing my adventures in the city. Others eat, pray and love. I will walk, write, and see life through sober eyes. The purpose of my blog is to share with you that you can do anything with a clear head, a belief in a higher power and do the next right thing. Yes, I sound like a puppet for a 12 Step Program. But, four months ago I was in a fetal position wondering how I was going to quit drinking and live a sober life. With the help of some fellow recovering alcoholics, the love and support of my family, friends and most of all, my husband. I am proof that a 12 Step Program works. Even if you are not an alcoholic, you can have a clear head, a higher power and do the next right thing. Join me as I share my journey living sober with fun, adventure, and maybe some ups and downs. I will continue my more serious blog Coffee and Kafka at www.cookiestoner.com. If you enjoy this new blog, please share it! I will be arriving at Penn Station, NYC, tomorrow, Wednesday, February, 24 at 1:46 p.m. Join me as I travel and explore! If you have any places in New York, you want me to showcase send me a message or comment! I am looking forward to showing you a good time as we take the city together! www.rhondacookiestoner.com! Share it!