Train Ride To No Where

I love nature, travel, and coffee. Sunsets, autumn, and novels. 

I'm young, perhaps 20 or 25. 

I imagine myself on a train headed somewhere, perhaps Paris or Berlin, perhaps London or Stockholm, perhaps nowhere or everywhere.

I imagine sipping what began as black coffee but as the time passed, so did the sugar packets i poured into the Styrofoam cup.
I have a novel to the side, perhaps Wuthering Heights or Great Expectations, two novels that captivated my heart, mind and soul as my eyes inhaled the words off the page. I love words and language, it's fascinating how simple yet complex they both are.
I look out the window to a blurry vision of the green grass and orange sky.
Ideally, it'd be autumn and I'd be wearing a cozy oversized sweater, a huge circle scarf, boots and faded jeans.
Of course my glasses would be on my face since I can hardly see without them, but they'd be dirty, as always. It seems no matter how hard I try, my glasses always have a smudge mark or two.
Perhaps my hair would be up. I prefer it down, but it always gets tangled, being that it's extremely thin and straight. My grandmother used to complain of the mess on my head, said it was because I never sat still. Regardless, my hair would probably be up whilst traveling and reading. I like having my hair out of my face when in concentration, it just works out for the best.
My nails would have peeling black nail polish, I try other colors but they don't seem to suit me, so I stick to plain, mat black. Or maybe there would be no polish at all, better not to deal with it either I suppose.
I'd be day dreaming of the days to come. I enjoy preparation and planning. My bag rests beside me with notebooks and planners, so I can journal my experiences and jot my plans.
In the overhead department above me is my beautiful oak cello in its solid black case, just waiting to be played. I wonder if I'll be a musician or an artist or a journalist or an author or a professor in my new life.
I wonder if I'll research in anthropology and sociology as I planned or if I'll just learn French and work in a coffee shop as a waitress. I don't know what lies ahead of me, but I'm excited and ready.
I dream of the day where I am in a relationship consumed with passion; filled with sophisticated conversation, goofy moments, and romantic words. I want someone to understand my ambitions and desires. I want someone to understand my devotedness to words and how much they impact me. I never had a type and probably never will, but I'm young and don't necessarily need a man in my life just yet. However, I wouldn't stop one from intruding either.
I wonder if I'll live in an apartment alone or with a roommate. Will they be a boy or a girl? Sloppy or neat? Artist or scientist? Moody or collected? Lover or friend? I guess there's enough time for that as well.
I don't even know where I'm going, let alone who I'll meet. I'm on a journey. My journey.
I want to live the life I've always dreamed of and how perfectly imperfect it will all be.