Trains go by

My husband, and I are getting ready for a move. It came to me that this will be our first place that we will not be able to hear the train chug by

We will no longer feel the vibration of the pillow beneath our head just as we fall asleep from the whisk of the train bustling fast on the track

We will no longer wake from a startled state just to realize oh it’s the train passing by, oh my *sigh*

We will no longer be able to sit out on our deck, and count the number of cars. It is quite fun, all the different color cars one by one. Our eyes starring hard not to lose track of a single car. Laughing at how different our numbers usually are

We will no longer be able to hear the iron on iron of the great Burlington Northern in our corner, or see their lights as the track divides guiding them on their way. The engineer happy behind his route

You would think in all honesty we would find this to be like a peace treaty. No more trains at our new place. We will no longer be able to hear what is a major part of what makes this part of our blue collar town thrive. The realization is we will miss the sounds of the trains whisking by

We can’t place a dollar amount on the sentiment of the caboose as it trails as last, but always best. We can’t purchase the cherished sound of the horn as the train shouts out to all other trains I’m getting ready to leave. Stampede

So as I write this I am actually kind of sad I will no longer hear the trains, the vibrations under my feet as my whole floor shakes

Our meetings with the train now will be of that of everyone else in a hurry, as the railroad signs fall. All the cars in line waiting for the caboose so we can be on our merry way. Usually though by that point everyone seems aggravated. Me though I have a deeper appreciation for our trains, and what they do for our city

Trains go by, but no longer will they be part of our every day hearing, kind of endearing

It seems we grow more fond of something that at times seems annoying or a grievance once we no longer have it

You never realise the value of something until it’s gone, hence why you should always appreciate the little things in life.

10 thoughts on “Trains go by

    • Trains are just that cool, just came to me the last 3 places we have lived we been able to hear the trains. Not this time though, I am truly excited for our new move. We are city with trains traveling to, and from daily. So I will be stuck waiting for one to pass one day 😊. Thank you for reading! I have begun packing. Blessings 💜 Lisa

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      • Congrats! That can be very exciting. I am excited about our move. We had a goal to be where we are for 2 years. We hit it almost to the day. I though personally have moved way to much in my lifetime for my liking. My ex husband and I moved 7 times from Spokane Washington to Orlando Florida by car with a moving van, 2 kids, and and usually a dog. This was over a course of 10 years. It was a miserable existence. He still lives down there, and so does my 24 year daughter. He is from Spokane as I am. Known him since the 4th grade, his dad is the pastor of the church I grew up in. 21 years we were married, and we moved a lot. Big moves like that do a real number on you. My son told me he hated it when we moved like that. My husband now, and set goals for ourselves. They are reasonable, and sensible. My ex-in-laws I am very close to, and they hated seeing our lives so crazy. My ex is a very lost soul. I pray he finds his way back, and out of what he is in. It is sad really. Yes moving is hard work, that is why I have started packing already so nothing goes misses. 😊💜

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      • You have been through a lot Lisa. I guess we all have a story to tell. It it wasn’t for our God I probably wouldn’t be here today. Blessings Lisa 💜

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