I am deeply grateful for public transit.
Just over 6 months ago, I suddenly became vehicle-free when I stopped for the traffic jam on my city’s interstate and the driver behind me did not.
I wish the collision had not occurred, but I’m grown, and shit happens. It’s part of life, and we have the opportunity to adapt and make our way through.
I am fortunate enough to work for an organization that participates in a state-wide commute reduction plan, which lets my employee ID double as a bus pass. There’s a stop just across the street from my apartment complex, and I am within walking distance to grocery, laundromats, and many other amenities.
The bus has, therefore, provided a long-temporary solution to the not-always-simple thing of getting to and from work, and around town.
My experience with public transit, like many things in life, has been a mixed bag.
I do not love:
Riding the bus for me is a privilege and an inconvenience; it’s a bit new and a bit mundane, and, like most things in life, holds many contradictions.
In the moments of stillness that I catch while waiting, I have time to see beyond the monotony and contemplate some truths: We are all soft animals, easily wounded and at the same time glorious and resilient beyond measure. One no better than the other...all of us just trying to make the next connection, which sometimes leads us to unexpected adventure or sadness or more labor, and other times to community, and rest,and home.
For this bounty, I give thanks.
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