A bunch of us are headed to Hollywood for a few days. In Florida, because apparently there's a Hollywood in Florida. COOL.
Everyone is taking a 3-hour flight to get down there. Not me! I'm turning my dread of plane travel into checking something off my bucket list: I'm going to take a train.
Granted, my bucket list didn't specify that it had to be at least a 25 hour ride, but here we are. I've booked my ticket. 25 hours down, 30 hours back. I might be literally insane to do this, but there are two possible outcomes:
1) I really like it and discover something awesome, which is great, or
2) I really hate it, which is possibly better, because maybe for the next trip, I'd rather just take a quick flight and get over my fear.
EITHER WAY. I don't want the train being to be simply the means of getting to Vacation. I want the train adventure to be a part of Vacation. I want to enjoy it. I think I will. I'm picturing chilling out with a book, listening to music, drawing, checking out the scenery.
(I've never traveled alone. I hope I see a sunset and a sunrise. I wonder if I'll be able to sleep? I really hope I'm not anxious the whole time. This is crazy.)
But I really am looking forward to it. It's like a two part vacation: one part in Florida, with friends, on the beach for three nights, and two days alone, seeing the country out of the train window. An introvert's dream... :)