Which for me, actually, comes in a very public place.
I love me a train ride.
Not sure I would really love a train commute, but my once-in-a-while suits me just perfectly. Maybe because I'm wearing something a little more interesting than usual. Maybe because I'm guaranteed a little bit of quiet time. Maybe just because it means I'm going into the city (miss living there, kind of), and am about to do something fun (like this time, which turned out to be a great dinner followed by my best experience in a theater, ever).
But no matter where I'm headed, I think I might look forward to the train ride the most.
There are train ride rituals: a snack, some (audio and in this case kind of gratuitous) reading, some knitting, and some being alone. I always bring a notebook, planning to make lists and draw craft ideas, but usually don't get to it...just having it along is what's important.
This trip, I finished (finally!) the first knitting project on my kind-of-long list. Cast off ten minutes before I got off the train, and thought dropping the stitches would take a couple of minutes (don't stitches seem to drop in an instant when you don't want them to?)--just kidding, took me the whole train ride home too. No matter, it's delivered now.
I love it. I hope my mom loves it too.