There is something romantic about trains. I am on the National Express from London King’s Cross to Glasgow Central. We are passing the gorgeous, eerie, melancholy English coastline and I am taken aback with the romance and beauty of it all. This used to be the only real way to travel across countries and somehow I feel like I’m on the Orient Express exploring a whole new continent that I’ve never seen before. I love it. I love watching the world whiz by, I love the real-time sensation of going places, traveling far away from where I first came, watching cities and countries come and go.
This is why I love Europe. I love that every weekend I can be in a new country. I love the sheer excitement of doing something new, seeing someplace different. The possibilities are wide open and endless. I could meet the love of my life tomorrow, or I could find a lifelong friend. As lonely as travel can be, it is also incredibly freeing. It makes me feel weightless, blessed, like I am flying. It is the ultimate in living “in the present moment”. There is so much of the world to see, so many people to learn from, so much dancing and drinking and merriment to be had. Life is about sleepless nights, exhaustion and laughter. It’s about arts festivals in Edinburgh and the gorgeous train rides that you take to get there.
