On the 594

If i am fourty, taking the bus to tacoma for a liquidation sale, talking to strangers about my divorce on the day before christmas eve... Eight years ago this week, i rode this bus the other direction, coming to Seattle from Oly with my new college friends who were so grown up and so classy and so much older and wiser in the ways of the world. But they'd never been to seattle, so i was the star in the group. I don't even remember christmas that year, just the days before when we bounced around town feeling so young and so adult, knowing it was totally special and wonderful and pretending it was normal and mundane. Or maybe this is just a normal bus ride with no nostalgic weight. Oh, and i have a christmas tree on my lap.