By all measures, the bus terminal in this podunk town is insignificant. Of course, I’m used to taking the bus on the commute to the Port Authority Bus Terminal in Manhattan for my job from our home in suburban New Jersey. But even though I am at the bus terminal every day during the week, I admit that it can be easy to get lost there, to meander around the vast building, looking for a gate or even for an exit to the streets of the city. It can be perplexing even to a seasoned traveler visiting New York City.
But here, literally in the middle of flyover country, the small bus station I’m standing in front of is at the opposite end of the spectrum. No concrete jungle infused by the suffocating fumes of hundreds of busses coming and going into a building inhabited by commuters and the homeless. Just a small building with weathered wood siding surrounded on three sides by a field covered by yellow dandelions, orange tiger lilies, and green shrubs. A single ticket window and a bulletin board with bus arrival and departure times posted on it. No lines, few people, and remarkably fresh air.
You know, living in a rural community like this might be a nice change of pace. We could probably buy a house here at a quarter of what our home in Jersey is worth. Escaping the hustle bustle of the big city might be a change for the better. I think I’ll call my wife and see if she’d be up for a move. She tends to overthink things, but I can be quite persuasive. After all, I’m a hugely successful salesman.
Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (terminal), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (insignificant), E.M.’s Random word Prompt meander), Word of the Day Challenge (perplex), My Vivid Blog (dandelion), Ragtag Daily Prompt (tiger), and Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge (overthink). Photo credit: Shutterstock/Resul Muslu