Every day, I embark on my subway journey, riding from East 33rd to South 75th. It's not the crowd that keeps me coming back, but rather the thrill of the ride itself. I've been single for about two years now, having come out of a five-year relationship that I'd prefer not to dwell on. Instead, let me share the unique experience of this daily commute.
Seat number 33 has become my little sanctuary. I love to wear my well-loved black yoga pants; they're so soft and worn from countless washes that they practically hug me. There's something about sitting in that particular spot that turns every bump and shake of the ride into this fascinating rollercoaster experience.
As the train clicks and clacks along the tracks, I can feel every jolt vibrating through me. Honestly, by the time I get off, I feel like I've just had the best ride of my life - a refreshing escape from the everyday bustle. Until I find someone special to share this journey with, I'll keep coming back to seat number 33, my trusty companion on this daily adventure.
