Two things have changed in my life: the location where I live and the location where I work. Happily, these two are quite compatible although bus service is sadly lacking. My bus should take me all of twenty minutes to get me to and from work. But here’s how it really went.
Day 1, Route 355: 30 minutes late consequently unbelievably packed bus with another 355 just behind it. Only just enough behind it that all of us squeezed onto the first one.
Day 2, Route 48: 15 minutes late unbelievably packed.
Day 3, Route 48: I saw the 4:54 bus rolling away at 4:53. I could not cross the street in time. The bus was empty. The next bus at 5:14 was 15 minutes late, and as the minutes ticked by I knew that bus was going to be busier and busier. It was and the one just behind it was equally packed.
Day 6 – 10: I ride my bicycle. All is bliss.
My commute is about 25-30 minutes. I don’t have to wait or rush. I can leave at will. This must be how car commuters feel. Even in the rain, I prefer to ride my bike. Sure, there are death-defying moments everyday, but I do receive a health benefit at the same time.