Bus Trip.

August 2009.

I wish I had an excuse to take a bus trip.

A really long one, hours and hours. Long enough you could conceivably almost forget that there was a world outside the bus, and the terminals where it stopped were outposts on other planets.

And the people on the bus was the serving of all the people you were allowed to interact with in your life. Within these few dozen people, one would have to be your best friend, another your true love. But which ones?

At the terminal, you stare at the menu of the concession stand or the vending machine, and wonder what choice would make you the happiest right then. Maybe a favorite snack from childhood, or something you've never dared try before. Choices, choices.

And then eventually, bleary-eyed and surprisingly worn-out, you are reunited with your luggage and greeted by your pick-up. You are almost shocked to be reminded there is a world, a life, your life going on outside the bus.

And you smile to yourself.