Grand Central Station

Everyone has a different story to tell. Every person is on their own path of life.

One of the best parts of New York City is all the different people walking down the streets; some are going home to have dinner with their spouse and chidren, some are walking to a corner bar, and some are on their way to important meetings.

The most entrancing place to observe the everyday journeys of thousands of people is Grand Central Station. While not the most beautiful or exciting place to spend a day, I spent a great deal of time in the hustle and bustle of Grand Central Station over the weekend and what I have learned from spending time in a train station is that people are constantly leaving the lives of other people. They say goodbye to each other in crowded, grimy places. Hopefully they will come back to each other, but all too often the final goodbye happens in air ports, bus stops, and train stations. A goodbye is inevitable at some point, but I have been experiencing a prolonged goodbye.

Tomorrow should be the last day I spend time in Grand Central Station in a while, on my way to say one last goodbye. An 11:39 a.m. train ride with dread coursing through my body. Time to end the prolonged goodbye... A 4:12 p.m. train back to New York City with a dull aching sensation in that unidentified, immeasurable depth of my body.

"If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day." - The Alchemist