I feel as if a lot of the posts as of late have been of something of a cursory nature. It's been a while since I've sat down and hammered out a good old fashioned ramble or rant. You know. A post that I might actually do some revisions and editing on. Fun fact for you: you're lucky if I proofread one of the posts I write at least once. This blog is kind of a rough draft sorta kinda place. (If that last sentence didn't make that apparent, I don't know what will.)
Yesterday I took the train back to Chicago. I almost wrote the train home, but that wouldn't be right; I don't regard this place as my home. I've only recently discovered that the place I call "home" is the place that I'm not at right now. When I'm in the dorms home is Iowa; when I'm Iowa home is the dorms. Make of that what you will.
The train is generally more pleasant than driving or (ten times more pleasant than) Greyhound, but there's one thing you miss when taking the train into Chicago. When you drive, you get to linger your way toward the cityscape. And so it almost seems like it's creeping up on you as you drive, which eventually results in the climactic realization that oh wow, you're actually in Chicago now.
Not so with the train. Somehow the cityscape sneaks up on you when you're in the train. You see suburbs, suburbs, suburbs, train yard, train yard, industrial zone, train yard...and then somehow there's the Sears Tower. It certainly is startling - and there's something to be said about a good startling every now and then - but for some reason it's not quite as satisfying as having the city slowly fade into your consciousness.