AMTRAK and Anxiety

As I write this, I am seated at Seat 49 on the 51 Cardinal Amtrak to Chicago, departing Union Station in Washington, DC en route to Chicago, the first stop of this three-leg journey to San Diego. The true skimping starts now as I prepare myself mentally, emotionally, and physically for nearly 72 hours in Coach. Maybe I should've upgraded to first class and squeeze out the last privileges of civilization at the behest of my own comfort...

Yesterday was the first real moment of anxiety as the reality that I was set to leave fell over me like a heavy rain. Not to say I was depressed, but the induced motion of my plans finally lurching forward into action like the lurching of the train forward into the tunnels beyond Union Station. Time and anticipation are funny in that you start to miss the people and things you haven't yet left, simply due to imagination stretching out into a soon-to-be realized future. I miss Papa, our Pug, and Van Gogh, the cat. I miss the friends I'm leaving behind in a city I've come to love and entwined with. Most of all, I miss my wife, Faith, who throughout this crazy plan of mine has supported me from the beginning. I owe so much to her and I'm already thinking about our reunion in just a month and a half. For now, though, I steady my resolve to try and survive what surely will be the WORST part of the trip....the Amtrak...wish me luck!

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  1. Trussell1955November 8, 2024 at 2:29 PM

    Have fun Lucian. Lisa and I wish you the best . Look forward to sharing your adventure with you.

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  2. EBDecember 29, 2024 at 4:49 AM

    Did the Amtrak end up being the worst part of the trip?!? I love that Mrs Power gets a shoutout blog #2 hell yeah girl

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