On the Fung Wah Bus, 11/15

Here I am en route to New York. I look forward to seeing and catching up with dear friends, but I've also been looking forward to the journey itself, and strangely, sitting on a bus for four hours. For three of the past five weekends, I've ferried myself down to New Haven, and there was something so peaceful and refreshing about spending two-and-a-half hours there by myself in the car, listening to music and weaving through traffic -- but mostly just thinking.

I realized that I don't really set aside time like that, just for reflection, and this is a time in my life where I've had more thinking than usual to do: about California and my imminent move; about Proposition 8 and what it means to be both a faithful Mormon and a social liberal; about career goals, personal goals, apartments, being 27, etc. Last week on the drive home I found myself wishing for a dictaphone, to talk through my thoughts aloud. Not to report any "aha!" lightbulb-style moments, but to capture small insights that I would otherwise forget, and to document the process of beginning with a vague question and making small conclusions about it. So here I am, thinking about thinking. I'll let you know if I reach any epiphanies, on the Fung Wah bus to New York.