I am a natural romantic.<\/p>\n
Meaning, I like to do things because they seem symbolic. Because they seem so meaningful. And I have a tendency to rationalize a wrong decision as a…way to learn, an experience.<\/p>\n
For the longest time at Berkeley, I had dreamed of seeing how far I could go on a bus. As in, I would take a random line, get off, get another bus, just keep traveling until I felt like turning around. The randomness appealed to me.<\/p>\n
Because I had no class today, I was very bored. Knowing that nobody else was really around, I decided to check out Southside Works on my own. I took the 61 downtown, then figured out to take the 51c to Southside. Unfortunately, it started turning on 20th from Carson, so I immediately got off at the next stop. I walked several blocks down to the Southside Works. Unfortunately, it was very barren. I went into the Forever 21 and it was so empty compared to its California\\’s counterparts. But on the way back..oh that was interesting. I decided that I would take any bus that seemed to go downtown.<\/p>\n
The first bus that came was the 54c and it seemed familiar. I remember taking the 54c from the strip, so it must be right. So laying faith in that the bus would get me back to Oakland, I started reading the new cookbook I purchased. Then suddenly I looked up and realized I was…somewhere else. There were rundown houses around me and not to be \\”racist\\”, there seemed to be more people from the working class on the bus. I felt a slight increase of panic in myself, but I decided to lay faith in the bus line. The bus kept winding around these deteriotating neighborhoods. Suddenly, the bus driver called out, \\”Last stop.\\”<\/p>\n
A young Asian girl with her forever 21 bag and ipod earphones wandering around Pittsburgh in the evening? Yeah. I asked the bus driver how I could get back to Squirrel Hill. He muttered something about how I was on the wrong bus and I reluctantly got off. I was at a T station called South Hills Junction. I nearly swore to myself, thinking how I ended up in the wrong side of Pittsburgh. But the romantic in myself thought great experience! see what\\’s around here to explore!<\/i>. Needless to say, there was nothing except barren hills.<\/p>\n
In my beginning sulky mood, I went to the T stop and studied the map. I figured out which side of the platform I should wait on and plopped myself on the bench, continuing to listen to music on my ipod. Music made everything better. For the next 10 minutes, I paced around in anxiety, wondering if I will be stranded in the middle of Pittsburgh. And finally the T came and I got off at the Steel Center building, remembering that I took the T with Helen last year at that stop. I left the station and then started wandering the streets. Note, this is Pittsburgh so the downtown was nearly barren. I felt out of place, with my \\”trendy\\” necklace, black capris, Reef flip flops as I wandered up and down Grant Street. Eventually, I spotted the Kaufmann\\’s. But the buses going to Squirrel Hill weren\\’t on Forbes, because that\\’s where I initially got off. I wandered around, feeling the masculine i know where i am, i don\\’t want to ask for directions<\/i> grow. And within minutes, I found the appropriate stop. I stumbled home at my stop, tripping over UPitt students who wore too much perfume and on a big pothole in the sidewalk outside my house.<\/p>\n
Then I made fried rice as my stomach was grumbling in irritation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am a natural romantic. Meaning, I like to do things because they seem symbolic. Because they seem so meaningful. And I have a tendency to rationalize a wrong decision as a…way to learn, an experience. For the longest time … Continue reading