My husband and I booked this trip last fall. In mid-July, after it was all fully paid for, he decided he didn't want to be married anymore after 19 years of marriage, more than 2 decades together. I have since moved out and I expect our divorce to be final not too long after I return from this trip which has all given me a bit of whiplash.
With very few exceptions, he had been my travel partner for most of my adult life. And even the few trips I took alone, he was with me in spirit and through the sharing of text messages and photos. His photos and edits can be found scattered throughout this blog until this point. I share this to give you a bit of a backdrop to my mindset and what this trip might come to mean to me. This trip involves Amtrak, a few nights in New York City, a cruise to Bermuda (assuming Hurricane Milton doesn't re-direct us) on the Norwegian Joy, a few nights in Washington DC, and then an Amtrak ride home. It really is quite the adventure for my first truly solo trip.
So the night before, I turned up the music in my new apartment, pulled out my suitcase, tried on clothes that hadn't fit me in the past but I thought might fit me now, danced and sang, and had a blast getting ready for this trip. This is my moment to embrace a single life.
The next morning, I still had a full day to work but planned to leave directly from work so I took my suitcase along with me on my walk to work. I pass some of the same people day in and day out who are used to seeing me on a scooter so I imagine they did a double take when they saw me with luggage.
Isn't the Pink Muhly Grass beautiful? |
The seat lifts up to reveal the toilet. The top maroon part folds down as a sink. |
I haven't met my car attendant yet so I decided to tackle setting up my bed myself. There is a lever that allows the upper bunk to slide down and then a couple straps to help you from not falling out (wish those had been in place last Amtrak trip as I was nervous with the narrow bunk). It took a little maneuvering to get the straps in place but it all feels super solid.
Upper bunk |
Since, it's just me, I don't need to turn this lower area into a bed so can leave it set up for sitting. |
Yes, my paper is blank. I don't know what to write as my mind is jumbled all over the place right now but I'm sure something will eventually come to me that makes sense. |
The train left Birmingham on time at 5:24 p.m. and is supposed to get into New York City about 24 hours later. So I have a lot of time to read, think, write, and watch the scenery go by.
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