Traveling Alone and Aspie; deconstructing Centralia, my first solo Amtrak train ride, part 1

It's remarkable to believe that 24 hours ago I was walking in downtown Centralia Washington, 170 miles from home, alone and unsupervised.

That's how I think, that it is really odd that Aspie me is allowed to walk the streets in an adult suit looking all competent and mature. It's like I'm playing a trick on everyone that sees me because I'm nothing but a scared, little autistic on the inside who is uncertain of her every step.

So much was new and surprising. I could write an entire book on that one trip alone.

I feel it's important to put words to the experience. Thus I write.

To sum up my train journey, it was strange...