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I sang mindlessly along with my iPod, and glanced up to see where the train had stopped. Something was wrong. I yanked out my headphones in time to catch the MTA’s message, “Attention passengers. The next stop will be Brooklyn.”

I panicked, and leaped off the train without a clue as to where I was in Manhattan. Across the platform, an R-Train rolled to a stop. I ran to catch it. As the doors closed and I relaxed into my seat, the intercom interrupted, “Attention passengers. The next stop will be Brooklyn.” Whether planned, or not, I was going to Brooklyn.

Written by Stephanie Wolf

Stephanie Wolf

An Atlanta native, Stephanie Wolf has performed professionally with the Minnesota Ballet, James Sewell Ballet, the Metropolitan Opera, and Wonderbound (formerly Ballet Nouveau Colorado). She has a BA in Liberal Studies from St. Mary’s College of California. Her writing has been published in national and regional media outlets, including Dance Informa, Indianapolis Star, and the Twin Cities Daily Planet. Currently, Stephanie lives in Denver, where she is a public radio producer and reporter. She loves bluegrass, cooking, Netflix, and owls.