February 06, 2007
Somewhere I've Never Travelled
When I was first married, my husband and I lived in an apartment right next to the traintrack that runs through Traintrack Village. When locomotives went by, the dishes in the cupboard rattled and the rush of clacking wheels filled the room. Even in my sleep, I'd hear the trains rumbling past.
I live now on a road that deadends into that same railroad track. We're a bit farther away, so I no longer feel like the trains might come crashing right through the living room. But still, sometimes I'll feel this vibration, this energy, moving through the house, followed by faint clangs and whistles. As the trains rush past, carrying all kinds of stuff, sometimes with passengers, I think about my connections to other parts of the country, and even to the rest of the world. I think about my friends scattered in distant places, and the places I've been.
More often than not, my daydreams lead me to think of those places I haven't been to yet, the areas still left to explore. When I was a kid, I loved playing with traintracks, setting them up and pushing the little trains over them, making pretend villages and cities, building complicated bridges that needed stacks of books to hold them up, extending the tracks as far as they could possibly go. The sound of a train moving along a track I've lived near my whole life still makes me think of all those possibilities, the idea of going somewhere I've never travelled.
Posted by jo(e)