Ryan and I took a three day cross-country train trip across america, from LA to NYC. New york is so much more home to me, and I am entirely happy with the move. Seeing the midwest really changes you, deep in your soul, especially juxaposed against LA, to the layover in chicago, to NYC ; vast nothingness beset against too-much and too-many.
Some people might stretch the trip out to a post for every city and stop, but really, there feels like so much coming for me to post about I want to do it in one! My impression of the trip was this: New mexico was my favorite state, Ryan and I got out and shopped at street vendors (we got matching bracelets and earrings with turquoise and handmade burgers & the atmosphere was very laid-back, the people seemed content to their own worlds. Chicago was probably me least-favorite, and my least-favorite area to date, the atmosphere was really cold and solitary and unhappy, and people were incredibly rude - they would ask for money or directions and then stop paying attention to you halfway through your response (though a chicago local did sit next to me when Ryan went to rent a locker for our luggage & we chatted about new York (he had nothing nice to say about it, as was the entire attitude of chicago).
Traintrips are lovely, though. We had a few interesting conversations and overpriced food and it made me feel the way artists and writers must have felt, riding the rails in the early days of train travel, Ryan and I on the observation deck, drawing and writing and drinking coffee.
Walking out of Penn station in NYC was incredible, life changing unto iteself. We are staying with one of his friends at present in a more suburban area near NYC and I like it, i fully embrace not being directly in the city because this is a land of indians and the and revolutionary war, full of nature and history and green, but NYC is a carride away. It couldn't be more perfect, quite honestly.
I am still pretty new to things as an alabama country native with only a few months in LA under my belt. I got stuck in a revolving door in chicago & the new york travel systems are all going to be new to me, Ive never even ridden a bus alone, so. Alot to learn! Alot to live!! Ryan has his music and a job pretty much right where he wants it, day one, so all I have left to do is find my niche here :]
Ryan and I couldnt be happier, though. We went to indian-namesake lakes today and walked down green trails and collected treasures from the sand & have trips to sleepy hollow and pumpkin patches and canoeing and hiking already planned!
You've never seen so much fog and rain and clouds and green, and I say that as a southern native. You really have to go to a concrete hell like LA to appreciate these things, though. The trainride down the hudson, with clouds and fog so low it looked like smoke, felt like being reborn.