For the most part, I am a planner. I guess you could call me “Type A”. I like to be prepared, show up early, and make to-do lists. However, when it comes to train travel, somehow I am always running out the door five minutes late, disheveled, arriving at the station breathless, with my scarf dragging on the floor, and sweating despite the fact that it is 30 degrees outside.
In fact that happened just a few hours ago.