bus rides

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i love my quiet bus rides. have always love long quiet rides with only the humming of the engine as the background track to the thoughts in my head. used to take a bus from one terminal to other and back again. a few times with my best bud back in the day, eating waffles on the bus as we mend our broken hearts talking about boys and love. and once with my sister because it was just so boring at home.

it was and still is mostly my me time, away from work, school, family and all the pressures of life. where i can shut out the world outside in the comfort of my thoughts, my constant companion ever since i could remember. i would build sandcastles in the air about my fantasy life: the ideal job, the best getaway, the perfect house, a best friend, anything my mind could take me to.

other times the long distances healed wounds; from a one-sided disillusioned pseudo relationship, disappointing grades, frustrating family life, unreachable standards. yes, it was one of my many escapes, but it helped me survive the toughest times.

it was my way of mimicking the life of a world traveller that i so wanted to be. after all, if i have no money to get out of spore, might as well make good use of the cheap bus conssession then. $22.50. love the feeling of going on an adventure and exploring the little nooks and crannies that no one else my age knew about. i have already owned foursquare way before it was invented man.

i would love to take an aimless bus trip one day again. for old times' sake. and because we all need a little me time out.