I wish I felt more accomplished when it comes to keeping up with this blog. So much has happened/changed over the last 6 months and there were times when the outlet I have here would've helped immensely had I chosen to pour myself into it. I've found myself romanced by the simplicity and immediacy of facebook, however the forced brevity always leaves me feeling less than purged after posting. I've also realized the lack of anonymity amongst family and certain friends forces me to censor myself, something I have a difficult time accomplishing. *sigh* So very much has changed. I really should spend more time here. It would do me good.
Ever since the move I've been stuck with crappy seats on the train. In the mornings, Tarrytown is the last stop before Grand Central and the crowd waiting on the platform is huge - hundreds easily. And when the train arrives, everyone pushes and shoves to be the first on board, scrambling for the all-hallowed window seat. I occasionally am lucky enough to procure one of these seat, but it never fails that it's facing the wrong direction...looking back instead of forward. I can't explain why this bothers me so much, but it's been a thorn for the last year - for as long as I've been taking the Metro North. When I do end up with one of the backward seats I find I'm always trying to rationalize that a window is a window...at least there's something to look at. I should be happy that I'm not stuck staring at the back of someone's head or the seat in front of me. I can see the river, the bridges and the cliffs across the way... But reasoning with myself ne