“Welcome to Monzen-nakacho Station. This is Station T-12 on the Tozai line. The doors on the right side will open.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag from between her feet and headed for the doors. At this time of day the trains heading out of Tokyo were the worst. This particular train was crowded with salarymen who hated their lives and other people who lived in the suburbs. Finally she managed to push through the stock still sardines that would only turn into people when their stop came and exited into the cold station.
Tokyo was so stale and cold in winter. Even in the underground stations it felt like winter had completely penetrated and no amount of heating could fix it. She had moved here because she thought that escaping small town America was the way to save herself. That Tokyo being so far and so different it would be great.
Instead she found herself in a mediocre job and unsatisfied with herself. She had ran from her problems but not herself.
“Welcome to Monzen-nakacho Station. This is Station T-12 on the Tozai line. The doors on the right side will open. Please watch your step as you exit the train.”