I’m at home. Today, coincidentally, was Take-Our-Sons-And-Daughters-To-Work Day/Earth Day Celebration at GM, so I hung out with my parents with a bunch of elementary schoolers. It was… something. >.>
The rest of this post isn’t accurate in the chronological sense, but it is a fair reflection of how I usually get home. I grew up in the quaint little suburban city of Troy, Michigan, and when I can’t find a carpool heading back there for the odd weekend home, I take…
From the south...
...to the north!
…the train! Amtrak’s actually pretty annoying; the train is usually late–last time by an hour and a half–and there’s no WiFi on the train or at the station. Food, besides two sad, dirty-looking vending machines, is quite far away, and when you walk into the station, there’s almost a feeling of intruding on a scene from the past, this preserved space. In other words, the place is dated. And old. Freaking old. Not in a good way.
Riding on the train itself is usually an enjoyable experience. Though Internet-less, there’s an outlet for my computer, so I can still write, upload photos, watch DVDs, play Plants vs. Zombies, and on the rare trip where I don’t feel like booting up the old laptop, read a good print book.
I usually go home for two, three days each month (this time around, school has ended :D and I carpooled with Lily). Here’s what I always take:
My riff on those 'What's in your bag?' posts. :P
- Clothing! Most of my closet has migrated to #8, so I usually bring a couple outfits home.
- Messenger bag. I don’t usually like carrying around small purses, but my mum insists upon it, so this bright orange bag sits in my closet for most of the time, until I need to go home. When my mummy’s around, I’m not allowed to use the Derek Lam brass-detailed satchel or the feather-python bucket bag. =’(
- Glasses cases. I’m a sucker for luxury brand plastic eye wear, and one should always take care of anything that assists in daily functions. MaxMara frames for daily wear, and Miu Miu sunnies. 8D
- BOOKS! Underneath the glasses are five paperbacks. There’s very little to do in Troy besides going to the library or shopping; there’s this little mall we have, called Somerset (you might’ve heard of it if you live in Michigan, or are Asian visiting Michigan… >.>). Since the city’s being ridiculous and shutting down the library, it’s now BYOB–Bring Your Own Book!
- BAGELS. And cream cheese. My mother and sister, one cold, winter day ten years ago, wandered into a bagel shop in Ann Arbor and ate some bagels. And fell in love. And forgot to note the name of the bagel store. When I moved to Ann Arbor, I asked around and we reasoned out that the mysterious, beloved bagel shop was Breugger’s, and now, every time I go home, I must bring at least half a dozen or be locked out!
