There is a constant huffing, like breathing, which accompanies the whirring, humming, and squeaking sounds of the city bus. I can't help but think of Frankenstein, or some other mad scientist beast...although, I welcome it.
The driver is kind. He could tell off the bat that I was a first timer. No charge and constant assurances that "this isn't your stop quite yet."
Another moment for me to feel welcome. Another tiny instance that bids me further into the city's arms.
A journey of self discovery by a girl who loves shoes, giggles, chocolate, cuddles, and wine.
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