All these months that I've been in Nottingham, I've only took the tram 3 times. Today, Chris gave me his tram ticket and I decided to go on a tram travel, something that I've always wanted to do.
I've always been curious what's on the other end of the tram station, how are the journeys in between like? Are the houses bigger? Are there any parks around? Any shops? How far does those tracks stretch?
My journey began from the train station. There were about 10-15 stops in between till I reach Phoenix Park, which was the furthest my ticket (or rather Chris') could bring me. On the way, I saw plenty of red brick houses, some were nicer than the others, some have prettier gardens. There were a factories and big offices. Little pubs and some off license shops. I also passed by Asda (didn't go in because I didn't have any money left with me, not even in my card).
It was a little strange and a bit lonely. But most of the time, I was curious and calm (I understand these two adjectives don't quite go together but that's what I felt). As I stared at the orange coloured sun and the rows of houses, I realised I'd never see these sceneries ever again in my life. It's a once in a lifetime chance to see, to observe, to enjoy.
The broken white bench on the balcony, the cracked walls on the houses, the graffiti on the tunnel, the pretty door, the lovely curtains behind those windows... I'll never see them again, I'll never know their story.
Desperately I tried to remember and savour each moment. Each second, each view was precious. I felt that I was away from reality and back to the little path where fairytales live on. Like I was living in my little secret garden.
As I headed back to the town centre, reality sinked in. I saw the people and houses that I'm familiar with. The pathways, the buildings, the weather. I'm leaving this familiar place. Soon, this will be just a dream, just a path that I have once walked on but left. It will all be strange and distant again.
