A Weekend Trip

I took the Red Line to 42nd and 7th, took the 7 to 42nd and Park.  Emerged from the darkness into Grand Central Terminal, one of the most beautiful hubs of travel.  Grand Central Terminal is a nexus of trains going to and from New York City, people rushing from gate to gate, or enjoying the amenities of the station.  Beautiful architecture and design, as well as clean trains pleasantly surprised me.  

I got on the 18 train and rode the hour train ride to Fairfield, Connecticut.  As I left the city and passed through Harlem I marveled at how much character the buildings had, as if I could sense the years of history in the brick and mortar of the structures.  As I passed into Connecticut, the shock of nature literally stole my breath.  As I drank in the sight of the flora and foliage I realized the lightheadedness of not having enough oxygen.  

Connecticut is a different way of life.  Boasting one of the largest woodland areas, it takes 15-20 minutes of driving through the unspoiled terrain to get to the grocery store.  3 of the 10 highest per capita cities are located in the same county as Todd's, and so interspersed sporadically throughout the landscape of untouched nature were sprawling pieces of property with dauntingly large living spaces.  I would say houses, but they were much more than that.  

Penny, Chip, and Molly;  the Loesch family's three dogs.  It was a comfort to be in a place so warm and welcome, that had a taste of familiarity.  A taste of the Outback and homemade lasagna may have helped :).  

Getting on the train back to New York City, I expected to dread the darkness as we pulled into the station and the hot stifling air due to poor circulation in the annals of the station, but I felt an excitement, and a welcoming, as if the city were to say, 'welcome back.'  Could I call this strange vibrant city 'home?'  

As I walked from the subway station back to the apartment, I know that I can at least call it 'friend.'