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Here is the (ever growing) list of all the places in the world I want to visit before I die, some in the US and some outside of it.
Anchorage, Alaska, USA Amsterdam, The Netherlands Barcelona, Spain Beirut, Lebanon Budapest, Hungary Cairo, Egypt Cape Town, South Africa Chicago, Illinois, USA Cluj-Napoca, Romania Copenhagen, Denmark Edinburgh, Scotland Florence, Italy Honolulu, Hawaii, USA Kyoto, Japan Los Angeles, California, USA Machu Pichu, Peru Melbourne, Australia Moscow, Russia Nairobi, Kenya New Orleans, Louisiana, USA Portland, Oregon, USA Prague, Czech Republic Quebec City, Quebec, Canada Reykjavik, Iceland Rome, Italy Sydney, Australia Tokyo, Japan Vancouver, Canada Venice, Italy Vienna, Austria Warsaw, Poland Zurich, Switzerland
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Dear lady behind me on the train,
I’m sure you’re a nice person but I would really appreciate if you could remove your feet from my armrest. I would like to use my armrest and I wouldn’t even mind as much if your feet were anywhere near clean. Clearly, from their odor, they are not. I also suggest you see a doctor about that toenail thing.... Also, please consider investing in headphones. It would make your listening experience much more pleasurable and my not-strangling-you experience much easier. Finally, I am 40-65% sure you have restless leg syndrome. Love, Susan I’ve always found something sweetly nostalgic about trains and watching everything blur by. I’m typing from an Amtrack train from Bridgeport to Philadelphia to meet a friend for a quick weekend trip. People shuffling in and out, each with their own destination, their own life experiences, all coming together and then drifting apart again. Maybe I’m romanticizing a bunch of people cramming into a shiny metal tube that shoots from station to station, but I don’t care. Modes of transportation have always fascinated me. My first airplane ride was glorious. Wobble, wobble, jerk, jerk, and I was flying. Some people get anxious during takeoff and landing. Those are my favorites. Subways and metros are nearly as much fun. Maybe I can’t stay still. Maybe I’m like a shark that has to keep swimming or it dies. Maybe I’m just dramatic.
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