Emotions in Motion

No, this is not as romantic as my title implies, but still an interesting observeration. Motion is the common denominator for most things in my life. I move around all the time it feels like sometimes. To my office, from my office, to friends, to Sweden, to Brussels, to the mountains. Motion. Plus it feels like I am also moving mentally all the time. As pretentious as this might sound, it´s like I am constantly developing and understanding more about myself and about life. As in constant motion.

More concretely I am moving a lot on the Hammersmith and City-line. The pink tube line in London. This "motion en rose" has been my main transporter since I moved to this enchanting town 3 years ago. First I lived over in Clerkenwell, going to Edgware Road almost every day. Then I had a little time off when I lived in Bayswater and walked to work in 25 minutes. But since my ex-boyfriend, Mr Black, lived over west, I would take the H&C to the office, for a bit over a year. And after a temporary flirtation with the hot and red and super efficient Central Line who bangs through Londontown like an Aorta, I am back to Pinky again. Ladbroke Grove to Great Portland street (on rainy days only of course, or I am on my black old-style spinster-bike). And I like my tube-line. It´s lazy, not very frequent and stops all the time. But it´s friendly and cute and the tube-stations are beautifully decorated, like Baker Street. And of course very much overground, which an old claustro-maniac like myself loves. I even liked it at 08.51 in the morning, on the 7th of July two years ago, when it came to a complete standstill just after we´ve left Paddington. "There has been a major explosion at Edgware Road, please leave the train slowly, walk back to the station and evacuate". And the polite Londoners left, slowly, quietly and friendly. Even under terrorist attacks, Pinky keeps his style.

And of course. Every morning a very cute guy gets on at my station. And he must live somewhere close to me. So I hope the weather stays drizzling, so I don´t have to go on the bike. So difficult to flirt under a black helmet.