My first time here! It was only nine in the morning, and yet it felt like most of the day had passed. On the other side of the train, there was a soldier, dressed in a green uniform, coming out of the train, a wide smile on his face as he rushed over and hugged a crying brunette. I observed the serene faces of people exiting the trains; they had finally arrived at their destination. I had also reached mine. I walked the streets and looked at the green grass and beautiful homes. As I continued walking, I saw a band playing on the side of the road. The singer's voice squeaked and the drummer seemed half asleep. I suppressed a laugh. With a face full of pity, a teenager threw a dollar into their empty jar. The town was small, but the people seemed friendly and outgoing. more info transition Woodmere seemed like a different world. On the way back to Brooklyn that evening, I realized that although Woodmere was a nice place, the subway ride had really opened my eyes to the world. I returned to Brooklyn, feeling independent and looking forward to what's next.