i love traffic, kinda

Throughout my schoolyears I really didnt have a constant place outside my schools and my home residence. Growing up on the outskirts of town a moderate amount of my free time was spend on public buses. Even though it was a short air distance, the journey would last for what i thought was forever, especially in rush hour. But over the years I*ve grown accustomed to it, even loving it. My time on buses was appropriated as my own personal time out, a time spend people watching, listening to my favourite music on repeat and just enjoying my free time. The specific station has a special meaning for me.

Its the one station I*ve always changed buses, always came to and from my school, my job and our faculty. it represends the start and the end of my so called work filled day. It*s the first sense of responsibitlity I get in the morning and the last one I get to leave behind, and can just focus on myself.

If presented this, or rather a better way, I would like to imagine people would also hold their main bus stations in a higher regard.

This isnt really a place, its barely even a space, serving its completely transitory purpose.  But I would like to imagine it*s not transitory in just  the literal term, but also in a sence of transfering experiences, personalities and day to day activities. It becomes a place of transitioning on a deeper personal level.