Growing up my only experience with the bus was getting stranded somewhere at a bus stop and having to wait for one of my brother's friend's mom to come and get us.
But my Pittsburgh experience of riding the bus to and from work everyday has been glorious! Apparently it is unusual to experience what I have come to call "The Bus Ride High" while riding on public transportation. I have noticed that while I am purely delighted to be riding the bus usually only those under the age of 6 join in my excitement. In fact, on the bus there is a strange "elevator" quiet... the strain of standing much to close to strangers.
As I continue to be consistent in the buses I catch, I begin to see the same people over and over again. Then the silence isn't so much strained as it is familiar. Suddenly there is unheard conversation floating around the bus. As a hospital worker dozes after what was probably an all night shift, grace is given as her head gently knocks against her neighbors shoulder. A slight smile, a look of recognition and the bus driver's always pleasant, "Have a nice day." are much more soothing than any elevator music could ever be.
The other thing I love about riding the bus is that every morning, if I can get a good seat, I get a clear view of the city skyline. My heart still does that little leap of joy whenever I see it and I wonder what silent conversations are going on about me as I suddenly smile at the sight.
Moved to Illinois and working in a school!
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