As Christmas approached, I was faced with the question of whether I could/should go home for the holidays. Having recently moved from Ohio to LA, this was substantially more troublesome all the sudden. “Going home” used to entail a short hop down 75 followed by some state routes, etc. About 180 miles in total. I was now looking at over 2,200. I took a lot of math classes in high school, all of which told me that 2,200 is more that 180.
I weighed the costs and benefits of making the trip (i.e. dithered), looking at expense, timetables, etc. Eventually, I decided that I had time and money enough to make the trip. Now that the if was answered, it was time to answer the how. By this point, it was already early December, and plane tickets would have run over $1400. Out of the question. A cross country Greyhound trip on a tight schedule, while something everyone should do once, wasn’t something I was looking forward too after the last time (subject of another post perhaps). I thought about driving, but I’ve kind of been there and done that. It finally occurred to me that we have this thing in America called Amtrak.
Ache for the Distance 