I spent the first day of my 28th chapter of life in transit, shuffling from one city to the other. I was hesitant about spending my birthday on a train but I realize now that I have always enjoyed sitting in moving objects. There’s something about watching the world fly past me, something about seeing the landscape change. It is in cars, trains and planes that I get enough uninterrupted time to sit and think.
This is my birthday revelation, a secret made known on a quiet Wednesday morning: it seems that staying still won’t do. My best writing is often born in between leaving and arriving.