The Bright Side of the Tracks
I don’t mind commuting, actually. It’s a funny sort of in-between time. Once I get to the city I’m working; I have a schedule and I have responsibilities. And when I’m home I have chores and extra work and classes.
But when I’m on a train my time is my own.
I don’t have a blackberry, so I can’t check my email. I don’t carry my laptop back and forth anymore. It’s just me. And some music, sometimes. And a book or magazine almost always.
Yes, I hate it all too. The things everyone hates—waking up early, dealing with delays or breakdowns, standing in front of that god-awful screen at Penn Station with a million other Jerseyites, waiting for the track number to appear. Yeah, all those things are annoying as hell.
But the actual commute isn’t that bad. Kind of liberating, actually.
