The Power of the Bus

I love the bus. As a child, I dreamed of living in a town with a bus. As an adult, I take the bus as often as I can. In Los Angeles, where cars rule, I am often met with baffled looks when I don’t walk towards the parking lot. “I took the bus,” I explain. The bus, and the people on it, give you a window into someone else’s life for a moment. You are surrounded by others, but not pressured to talk to anyone. You can listen to music, read your book and watch the city you love roll by the window. You can watch teens flirt, break up and get back together if you catch a bus after school gets out.

The bus, and the people on it, give you a window into someone else’s life for a moment.

The bus is a great place to think about your life and the lives of those around you. You can watch families together. You watch guys getting off work and those commuting to their shifts. You see a regular make jokes with the bus driver. You can experience the city, all from a climate-controlled vehicle. You take routes you’d never take in a car, because they aren’t the most direct. But sometimes, they are the most beautiful. Every time I take the bus, I’m reminded of what I love. I love the city. I love seeing different people and new places where I live. I love living my childhood dream.