I love taking the bus. There is always a great conversation to be had, and such a variety of people. When I’m on the bus I people watch. I nap. I draw weird cartoons of creatures that live inside my head. I think they are other versions of myself.
I sold my car last year because it made me angry and gave me anxiety. Life is so short—you don’t know what’s going to happen and there’s not enough time to be angry. When I sold my car, I felt very relieved. Now I bike and walk and take the bus. I try to stay out of a car at all cost.