Day 2: The night train

I remember the first time I really noticed trains. For a southern east coast girl, trains for me might as well have not existed. Train? We have those? My only recollection of a train growing up was at the zoo (yes, those tiny ones that are basically a way for parents to have a break by keeping their kids enthralled with the novelty of a train) and then the train exhibit at a camp. Then I moved to the Chicago area. BOOM- trains. I thought it was great, having this amazing transportation system that was reasonably priced and did not come with the crazy traffic. And then I realized that these same trains are the ones that run all night long next to campus housing and all morning long when you were already running really late for class but had to cross that track to get there. Then we moved to North Dakota. When we were looking at our current apartment, I don't think we fully realized there was a train track hidden behind the row of exterior garages. And then when we moved in, we told ourselves- no big deal, the train isn't THAT loud. And then the moment came when we were studying on the couch and realized the train going by was shaking our entire apartment. The funny thing is, as I am writing this another train is whizzing by but now it has just blended into a part of our life. Just like everything else. We move, we change, we adapt and then we grow. And in the end, I look back on my crazy, amazing life and thank God for all the "trains" because He has used them to shape me into who He wants me to be.

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