When does it happen? When do the beautiful new sites of towns and farms and city neighborhoods start blending into the background? When do we stop holding onto the edge of our seats with eyes wide open and start simply passing by with a blank stare?
It occurred to me today while taking the bus to a small town today. My eyes were peeled — I was taking in all my surroundings from factories to quaint little town centers — while the woman next to me closed her eyes and slept until her stop.
Of course, every person carries a different story: a long day, hardly any sleep the night before, a million things on their mind and just wanting to let go.
It’s besides the point.
I hope to never fall into that trap. I hope to always find surprises around every corner in my part of the world whether happy, sad, tired, or mad. I hope to appreciate the small moments alone or with friends — on the bus or walking through my barrio.