Just an FYI, none of these pics I'm posting tonight are recent. I ad them up for a long while but then at the end of last year/begining of this year I sorta has a psychological collapse and nuked my page.

This was taken on my way to New York. I believe it was sometime toward the end of January a couple of years ago. The whole trip was planned as a last minute sorta "fuck it" trip. A few months earlier I had put my two weeks notice in at the call center I was employed at. Stress mixed with my anxiety had sent me to the ER on a regular basis, and it became difficult to continue. At the same time I had saved up for and was planning on moving to Kalamazoo Michigan to live with my boyfriend. Plans changed rather quickly, and I soon found myself with out a relationship, and a stable home. But, I had a generous amount of cash, so off to NY I went to see if I could find a home there.

Along my journey a terrible snow storm began to stampede across parts of the Midwest and blasted the east coast. I felt a bit of romance as I boarded my train eastward. Outside The storm worsened. It was frigid and horrible, but on the inside it was warm and cozy. I wasn't too sure on what would happen, or even where I'd end up. The storm seemed to symbolize the mess of my life, while the train hurling me further east not only cradled me safely, but carried with me the hopes of finding a home in which I'd belong. Eventually the soft swaying of the train cart lulled me to sleep, but I felt the train lurch to a halt. I woke up eager to see if i had finally arrived. I looked out my window and I saw nothing around us but this lonesome train station, that shone bright in the winter's darkness.

I miss the snow so much...