I like travelling. Just for the sake of being on the road. And sometimes I take the slow train, the one that stops everywhere. Just because I can. I love being able to properly feel that I am moving to a different place. Not just step on the train, distract myself, step out somewhere else. Travelling is no convenience, it’s a pleasure. It makes us appreciate the fact more that we have the opportunity of rapid transport.
For me the slow train is not a waste of time, but time out. As I look at the landscape drifting by my mind wanders and yet I am strangely in the moment. It’s not about: „What do I have to do? Where do I have to be?“ I am there. I am travelling. And that’s all I need to do. At home I sometimes think that there is not enough time for everything, so I try to do five things simultaneously. On the road I’m content with sitting, watching and thinking – and that’s all part of the same thing. There is something calming about switching off while being on the move. Maybe the distance I cover while doing nothing serves as excuse – I did something. I travelled.
But maybe it’s the sensation of not being anywhere that makes it special. I have things to do at the library, shopping is on my list as well… But on the slow train I’m in between- I’m neither here, nor there. So everything goes on hold for just a little while. And it’s okay to hit that pause button. Of course I usually take the fastest train, but every now and again, when I know I can afford the time I will board the slow train. I enjoy the little village stations and the wide and varied landscapes or cityscapes. You really get to know the region. I like being acquainted with my surroundings. Whenever I can, I walk. When I can take the bus instead of a train that’s a little faster, I will. And I take the slow train once in a while to get my head free and feel the calming sensation of travelling.