I was living in Oregon, I was going home to see my mother from Salem to oxnard. It was a long train ride but I hated taking off from Portland because the weather was often bad and I hate planes. For those of you that don’t know the amtrak from those two stations makes for a gorgeous ride. Beautiful hills and forest up north, and post card beach cliffs in the south. I often preferred to sit in the lobby car for more room and a seat facing large windows. As well as charging plugs and a snack area on the 1st floor.
I was sitting down bouncing back and forth between a book or a game on my Nintendo. She commented on my book, we talked about different authors and revealed that she herself was an aspiring author. I told her about my work in Oregon, in what at the time was a new boom in medicinal Marijuana feild. Something about the conversation seemed so much more intoxicating than casual stranger small talk. It was so bold of her to engage with me and we were both fascinated in eachothers life. I forget her day job specifically but she was accomplished and living comfortably for her early 20s. And I was a 19 year old clipping buds and guarding feilds.