Our Next Big Adventure

I’m sitting in 30th Street Station for the first time in a few years. The last time I was here, I was waiting for a train to go up to Connecticut to visit some friends from school. It’s the same reason today except that I am heading down to Maryland instead. My train won’t depart until 2:10pm but I am still drinking this in. I love watching all the people live in their own little world, like they don’t know someone is watching them. Some people read the paper, others books. Most people are on their phones. I, on the other hand, and writing about them. 

I keep looking at the the board to see if my train has a track yet. It’s been on the board since about 1:15pm but still no track. I’m sitting by track 10… because it’s near Cosi’s… and I like hot cocoa. My train is the only train without a destination. Trains are going to Washington, New York, and Boston, but my train is apparently going no where.

A metaphor perhaps?

Sorry, I just finished The Fault in Our Stars not too long ago. Metaphors everywhere!

I am still just sitting her and writing. Okay, more like, writing and staring at the board waiting for –oh hey! Track 5! Be right back!

And I am officially en route! How exciting! I love business class. Obviously I am not a “business” person, BUT I love the leg room and the comped drinks. Free soda! Even though I cut soda out August 2014… Well leg room is still a big perk.

When I traveled home from school in Vermont and Connecticut I did it in coach. Those are very long periods of time in which to have NO LEG ROOM! Oh, I would get up and walk around the train constantly and still need a big stretch when I finally got off the train in Trenton or Philly.

The train is very relaxing for me. I like watching the city turn to suburbs turn to farmland turn to suburbs again.

What’s not relaxing is this squeaky tray table. If I stop typing it stops squeaking. Do you think it’s telling me something?

I wish I brought my DSLR with me. There are so many pretty scenes on the train. I also wish I brought a change of clothes with me but that’s a different story entirely.

Over the summer, I went down to Baltimore for a convention. I had a great time and was, of course, sad to wave good bye to friends as I left the convention early and made my way to Penn Station. FIRST OFF-I had never been to Penn Station prior to that. So when Google maps told me that I would only be walking for 30 minutes I didn’t know what a crock it was, okay? Eventually, I just took the Charm City Circulator up the hill and to the station. I got there a good 45 minutes early-which is how I usually travel since I’m paranoid about missing my appointments. First my train was listed five minutes late.

Okay, no big deal, right? I can take five minutes. Then it was ten minutes late… fifteen minutes late… and finally after my train was officially 40 minutes late–there was announcement.

“There is a fire on the tracks just south of Baltimore. All trains are delayed.”

Well, alright then. I figured I would then hop the light rail and go out to see my friend Cymantha (whom I’m traveling to see today). BUT NO! There was an electrical storm that wiped out the power to the light rail.

I had one more day in Baltimore thank to that BUT that was a very harrowing experience.

OH! Excuse me again, I need to pack up and get off of the train.

I had a great day! Cymantha Adkins took me to a little harbor town where we went to a candy store and I bought some delicious peanut butter cups and caramels. Then she took me to dinner at her grandmother’s and let me just say that Grandma Adkins makes some awesome homemade mac and cheese. Seriously, she should sell it in a restaurant. But sadly I was only down here for a few hours and now I am on the train ride back. I already miss Cym. We don’t get to see each other much since she lives in Maryland and I live in New Jersey–but don’t worry. We are already planning our next big adventure.

By J. M. Tuckerman

J.M.Tuckerman is a neurodivergent writer with a big education. She holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults, an MA in Writing, and a BA in Writing Arts (specializing in Creative Writing, New Media Writing, and Publication; concentrating in New Media Production), which she somehow managed to earn despite her three very loud and large dogs. Jessica was lucky enough to intern at Quirk Books and Picador, USA while earning her master’s degrees. Her service dog, Ringo, is very proud of all that she has accomplished and hopes to be on a back cover of a published book with her very soon. An avid reader, writer, and lover of young adult and middle-grade literature, Jessica’s bookshelf is overflowing with hardbacks, paperbacks, and a million half-filled notebooks. She is a proud fur-mommy to two lab/st-bernard littermates, a retriever-mix service dog, and one orange little hobgoblin cat, all of whom have made very audible appearances on the Booked All Night podcast.

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