My favorite part of the day is quickly becoming my time spent riding the bus to and from work. This surprises me greatly because in the weeks leading up to my internship all I ever heard was how terrible the cast member buses are and that I should avoid them at all costs. Now that I am living here I have yet to hear a single positive sentiment regarding those dingy blue buses. And so dear buses, I want you to know that you have found a fan in one of us. It is true – I love you deeply.
My bus rides have become a sacred part of my ritual down here; an ever-so-necessary ritual that helps keep me grounded. As soon as I sit down on the bus bench I press play on my album of the day and I get to reading.
I read and read and read. I have done more reading in my time here than I ever did in college (well, not counting all those blasted text-books of course (and I mostly just skimmed those at best)).
The other day a coworker generously offered me a ride home after work, but all I could think was that a ride home meant forty-five fewer minutes of reading time and I just couldn’t bear the thought. So I politely declined. And when she learned the reason why, do you know what she did, internet? She laughed right in my face! Don’t worry, I laughed right along with her while I proudly pushed up my imaginary nerd glasses and walked off to the benches to wait for the bus.
Currently I am reading Dear Sugar’s Tiny Beautiful Things and it is one of the most delightful things I have ever read. Which I guess brings me to the other thing about the bus – those big blue buses have seen me cry quite a few times now on account of that book is so incredibly touching. And I’ve always held the firm belief that once you see someone cry, you go from acquaintances to so much more.