The journey of 1,000 miles begins with a train that hasn’t shown up yet.

That’s fine. This is the future, and so, for the first time ever in a long life of waiting for Amtrak to show up, I received an email from my train telling me that it wouldn’t be at Boston South Station for another two hours. It would have been nicer if I’d gotten the message before I gave up my spot in the epic line outside one of the best dim sum places in Chinatown. But it’s also a gorgeous summer day, so I can sit outside and read instead of being stuck inside with the torments of a Homeland Security video playing on perpetual repeat. (If you see someone do anything: freak out!)

This is the second time I’ve moved cross-country on Amtrak. A regular passenger ticket comes with the ability to check up to four huge bags (as well as two carry-ons), so if you’re a person who doesn’t get attached to furniture, Amtrak is the way to go. When I moved to Boston two years ago from Oakland, Calif., a friend of mine who was going to grad school out there offered to split a rental truck with me and road-trip it. After we did the math, we realized that, in addition to the truck rental, we’d be paying about $800 for gas, at least. Meanwhile, a train ticket cost about $200 apiece and we’d be generating less emissions. We both took the train instead.