I peel myself off of the bed, roll my eyes at the laughing clock, and after a splash of cold water I am already irritated. I’m not a morning person. I pull apart my drapes, stare out of my window at the dusk sky and then roll my eyes again. After barely looking in my closet I pull a “I have nothing to wear!!!” fit, go into my mom’s closet, she rolls her eyes too (she’s also not a morning person) and end up settling on an oversized sweatshirt. I drift to the powder-room, use a little too much powder and end up changing the, now powdered, oversized sweatshirt. I’m not a morning person. With a packed bag on my back, I let out a sigh once I take a seat in the car after this very aerobic morning. Waiting at the traffic light in front of the station, I realize I forgot my wallet like the genius I am. I’m not a morning person. Lucky me I get to hear the pleasant whistle of the train at all hours of the morning because of the proximity my house is to the train. So, don’t worry I shlepped myself back home and retrieved it in time for my train. May I just say I am blessed by the way up heavens that created coffee. Coffee is crucial for this commute!

Soon enough the ground begins to tremble beneath me. Being a Long Islander, I over cautiously avoid the gap and make myself look like a terrible dancer by doing a demented leap. Let me tell you, the looks I get are borderline “WOW look at her werk!” and “Is she okay?… the gap is barely a foot.” To make the people on the train think even more highly of me, I whip out my “emergency” alcohol pad (of many) and draw circles onto my seat. I burn my tongue every single time I take a sip of my coffee. Every single time, I don’t know when and if I will ever learn my lesson. But, as a result I have a burnt tongue for the weekend. I’m not a morning person. I take a squat (the only one of the week) on the seat, that is very well cleaned I might add. I then, breathe and applaud myself for not missing the twilight hour train. Then, I put on the life saver that is Spotify and tune out attempting to revive myself. Despite my constant travels to the city, I am new at the independent train ride. But, you get a sense of freedom when you’re trapped inside a choo choo. It’s almost a sneak peak into your future and how traveling will be like. From what I was seeing, the future seemed to be bumpy, noisy and frankly, it seemed to be traveling too quickly. When I arrive at Penn Station I am immediately able to navigate to the very close by FIT. Once I find myself of the streets of the city, the whole twilight hour and dusk wakeup is all worth it.

-Sarah