My Love for Buses, Explained

It’s been one of those months where I have been at a total creative standstill – a slump, if you will. My days are spent trying to figure out what to do with myself, and my nights are spent moping in defeat because I never actually figured out what to do with myself during the day. To be fair, this isn’t every day of my life, but it’s started to take up a big chunk, and despite my being happy, I’ve been drawing blanks when it comes to conveying that happiness.

For a long time, I thought there was no immediate cure for this unfortunate lack of inspiration, but I have made a very important discovery in the past year: bus rides. I’m talking morning or mid-afternoon, long, scenic bus rides; I would never advise anyone to hop on around five on a weekday, when everyone is forced to play a not-fun game called “how many tired and irritated people can we squeeze onto the 67?” But speeding along the freeway on a bus, catching glimpses of city skylines between the passing semis, that is where I find the gears in my brain beginning to cheerfully whir again.

One of my most developed skills is staring out of windows, so I put that to good use, obviously. No matter where I am, I’m never at a loss for things to look at. Another thing I’m very good at is listening to music, and for bus rides I usually choose to focus on one album – Babel by Mumford & Sons, Achtung Baby by U2, you get the idea. This is one of the few times I have the time and/or energy to give the album, as a whole, the attention it deserves. Maybe it’s a bizarre hobby to admit to having, but analyzing lyrics is flippin’ delightful and I’m gonna do it till the day I die. So basically, sass aside, I have found my happy place and it is on public transportation. Who would have guessed? NOT CIERRA.

Huge thanks to Chimp, my roomie and best friend, for letting me stay at her house, eat her food, and use her nail polish. And for giving me an excuse to ride the bus, making me feel a little more inspired than I was before this weekend. I think I’m back on the up and up now.

D'you know what else is inspiring? Harry Potter. Which must be accompanied by homemade butterbeer, of course.

D’you know what else is inspiring? Harry Potter. Which must be accompanied by homemade butterbeer, of course.