All journeys must end, you muse, as you wait at the train station. They will be sad to see you go, but your friends will be happy to see you again, wherever you next meet.
Come visit me at any of these other social media sites!
It's not a travel hub without a Hudson News. You peruse around the little nook in the train station, looking for ways to pass your time on the train out. The magazines- expensive! The earbuds and MP3 players- even more expensive! The books- you could buy a three-course meal with that kind of money!
Really, you're just passing the time. There's a donut shop near here, and its prices seemed relatively reasonable. Might as well grab some comfort food while you're waiting for your train.
I feel normal.
The thought strikes you as you examine the people around. The presence of so many strangers may unnerve you, of course, but you muse as you look at them- they all seem to be minding their own business as they go about their ways. They all rush to their next destination, and besides little excuse-mes and sorrys and thank yous, they do not seem to want to stick around for long.
It is that transience, you think to yourself. A place rooted in human transience. That is what keeps them away. They have no need for people who will be here one second and gone the next.
You smile to yourself. You feel like you understand them a little better now.