Riding the Train Inspires Me
My parents live in Connecticut, which is about two hours from me in New York City. I see them about every three weeks for a night or two. I don’t have a car, so I take the train. I found that I somehow do some of my best work on this train ride. The train is fairly comfortable, but nothing special. Just your standard train. It’s typically packed, so there are tons of people around me and I usually get squeezed in. But with my laptop on my knees and my iPhone’s earbuds in my ears, I type away as ideas flow into my brain like nowhere else I’ve worked.
I really don’t know what it is about this damn train ride, which I loathe, because it’s “boring,” but maybe it’s being surrounded by working people? Maybe it’s the noise? I have no idea, but the train is a godsend to my work and I wish I could replicate the experience elsewhere. Yesterday I pumped out four pages full of concrete, usable ideas in the two hour train ride for something nterface is working on. Choo choo!