I rode the bus today for the first time from our new house. It’s funny how something as simple as riding the bus can feel like an adventure. The bus stop is about half a block from our house and as usual I was running late so I stood there anxiously, convinced I had missed it. Of course, as it turns out the bus was also running a little late so I got on with no trouble, handed over my crisp $1 bill, and rode the 15-minute trip into town.
The best part about riding the bus is the change in perspective. I was able to stare out the window at the scenery without worrying about trying to drive or give directions. Walking to the bus stop gave me a chance to check out my neighbor’s houses in detail and wave to the ones who were out working on their lawns or cars or gardens. I was able to listen to cicadas and feel the light afternoon breeze.
Riding the bus also renewed my appreciation for all the good things in my life. Most of my fellow bus passengers appeared to be dealing with many challenges, ranging from poor health to limited education to drug and alcohol addictions. I felt a little out of place but also very humble. My money worries suddenly seemed very insignificant; I don’t have to worry about where I’ll be sleeping tonight or how I will feed my family.
I’m looking forward to becoming a regular rider although I also hope to do more bicycling. There’s something about getting out of my car that immediately makes me feel more connected with the world, more involved in the community, and more alive. Thank you, city bus.