I sat on the train from New York to Boston, looking out the windows at the boats on the sound.
I love this train ride. Even though it's stressful, taking a bus from home into the big city, and then getting to the train, and then rushing to find a seat that is not a foursome around a table (I hate those because I tend to be anti-social when I travel,) when the train starts moving, I start to relax immediately.
The graffiti strewn cityscape facing the train tracks eventually gives way to the sun sparkling on the water.
Whatever music I play -- the Bee Gees'"Nights on Broadway," Kate Bush's "Breathing," or the Dum Dum Girls' "Bedroom Eyes" -- always matches the rhythm of the train rolling on the tracks.
The best part of this train ride is that my BFF is at the end of it.
And this visit I needed her more than ever to feel normal again. Not to cry over shit but to cry together about the fall of Penn State and child abuse. Not to cry over shit but to explore a museum and have coffee under a blinking chandelier in a really cool modern space. And again not to cry but to indulge in lobster guacamole and shoe shopping, beers and laughter.
So went the "Nudes, Foods and Shoes" theme weekend. It's OK to click on that link to the Degas exhibit at the MFA in Boston. It just means so much to be able to get out of town and twist the perspective for a little while.
The weekend also included indulging in a brunch-for-lunch of amazing French toast and bacon at a great diner with her family, and the pleasure I don't feel so guilty about: seeing Footloose.
I love Boston and I love feeling like I could breathe more clearly and have some fun for Pete's sake.