If I had to pick one way to travel cross-country, I’d go with the train. No doubt about it.
Planes are fast, sure. But only when they’re actually flying. Add up the trip to the airport, check-in, security, waiting at the gate, possible delays—it’s not always as quick as it seems. And airports? They’re usually far from the city, which just adds to the hassle.
Buses? Not my thing. They share the road with everyone else, which means traffic. Maybe a sleeper bus would be interesting to try someday, but overall, I don’t see it being my go-to.
Cars? Nice if you want control, but not great when you’re on a tight schedule.
Motorcycles? I used to love them in my 20s. The freedom, the thrill—nothing like it. But let’s be real, they’re risky.
The train, on the other hand, is just right. It’s comfortable, predictable, and stress-free. No baggage drama, no cramped seats. I can throw my bag overhead or prop my feet on it for extra comfort. I can move around, grab a coffee, stretch, even get some work done because—yes, I still have signal! And there’s something about watching the world pass by through the window that just makes the journey feel peaceful.
So yeah, the train it is.
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