Literally.
"I don't want to get on it"
And so I stayed a little longer.
But in actual fact it wasn't that I didn't want to get on, it was that I didn't want to get off. I didn't want to get off the other train that had pulled out of the station.
The metaphorical one.
The train that might take me somewhere wonderful.
Now I just have to ride it, to it's uncertain destination. And hope that when it changes from a train into a rollercoaster - that it's all smiles and hands in the air, and that I don't get flung from the ride.
