The Start of a Journey

Originally written January 26, 2009.

Amtrak: Philadelphia, PA to Toledo, OH

As I sit on the train, return trip from Philadelphia to Toledo, I wonder what I will miss the most. I wonder what memories will soon become fond recollections of my original thirty years spent living in the United States. Or will my thoughts in the coming months only be consumed with new experiences, new relationships, a new academic career, and a new life outside the U.S.

The trip to Philadelphia was enjoyable, as time with family should be. I am certain not everyone enjoys their time spent with family as much as I do, and I am also certain that my short time with them would not be as precious if we did this every weekend or if the trip lasted a week instead of only the weekend.

I am also left thinking that it’s unfortunate this is my first long distance train ride. The train is nearly empty. Amtrak. It’s a shame, really, that more Americans do not embrace this once grand mode of transportation; an economic engine that once helped fuel the Industrial Revolution and provided seamless transportation between the East and West coasts of the United States. For I have enjoyed my train ride and watching the unfamiliar Alleghany scenery pass. It’s serene. As an example, the countryside surrounding Harpers Ferry, West Virginia is far more picturesque and stupendous than any American history book could ever describe. This scenery, if viewed overhead from an airplane would seem insignificant and unrecognizable at thirty thousand feet. Besides, the seats on the train are more comfortable than an airplane, I have more foot room to help relax, and a generous recline feature. If only there were a pretty stewardess to flirt with and purchase alcoholic drinks from instead of the not-so-pretty sixty-year-old conductor lady who, it seems, can barely manage a smile.

As my thoughts return to my upcoming journey, I am left wondering what the next twelve months will bring? Will I find the Asian adventure I so desperately seek? Will my yearning desire to travel and experience new cultures be fulfilled? Do I have the right attitude for this? Will I be a good teacher? Will they like me? Will I like them? Or will twelve months pass as easily and carefree as the past thirty plus years have passed...

I am hopeful to find something meaningful on this journey. I am hopeful…