Homeward Bound
It's been a really long time since I've been to the boonies. Suburbia seems like such a lifetime away; growing up in Millwoods guarantees that there is nothing to do on a Friday night unless you are willing to jump in a car and go somewhere, which only reinforces the belief that you live in the middle of nowhere.Today, at One in the PM, I decided to adventure to Fabricana. After a brief chat with translink, I was assured that it really did take and hour and a half to get there. AN HOUR AND A HALF. That's right, I spent 3 hours on a bus today. But that's ok, I saw many of the highlights of Richmond (re: none) and started reminising about the 'hood. Of the many mornings waiting in the blistering cold for a bus to pleasepleaseplease come. Or, on the days when I was running behind, to pleasepleaseplease be a few minutes off schedule...because the next one was not coming for another half hour, and I'd surely be late, or a popsicle.
I thought of the ugly ass bus shelters, and realized that bus shelters are universally ugly. No wonder taking the bus is such a reduction of social status; who would want to be seen waiting at such a homely and uncomfortable place? Graffitti, advertisments and uncomfortable benches (if any) are the highlights of so many public transportation systems. I wondered what it would be like if each neighbourhood could 'decorate' their own bus stops. Would Yaletown be sleek, concrete and metal chaise lounges? Shaunessy would be scripted Wrought Iron benches and trash bins. Any my neighborhood? hmm, I picture cobbled benches with enormous trees as cover.
That being neither here nor there, all that quality bus time had me longing for edmo; one month 'till lift off.
Happy turkey day, people. I am thankful for you all. Your love gives me strength. Let's pray it also gives me advances baking skills, my second pumpkin pie is about the come out of the oven.
posted by This love gets easier the more it's sung to @ 1:05 AM
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