Commuting
So, here I am headed home on the Long Island Railroad after 8pm. Stale chicken wrap in bag and Oprah mag on my lap and all. Oh yeah, and I can’t forget the stress induced back pain from the hell of a day I’ve had. The only thing I can think about is “Am I really fucking doing this?”, Commuting that is…
My bestie Nicole and I started commuting to the city for work at the tender age of 17. This was when the big city, monster lights and action packed fun reigned! Back then, it was me picking her up late every morning and racing in my lil Hyundai to the train with six minutes to spare. The breakfast of choice back then was a low-fat blueberry muffin and our newly discovered coffee with skim milk. We could have been fed dog food and wouldn’t have even noticed because boy were we the happiest little gossipy campers on that train. We were two teens gabbing non-stop for an hour, we must have drove those older folks BANANAS!
It was all sunshine and puppies until right around month 3, where the commute then began to suck. After work filled days and nights at happy hour with our new found city friends, it sucked a lil harder with each passing train. I vowed to get the hell out of the burbs and never to return! I was planning my stake in the NYC real estate market! And so I did, Hello NYC apartments and big offices. I even tried out other boroughs and NOW here I am, an adult married with a dog and a house in the burbs talking the train and doing the very same shit I VOWED to never do again. Commute from Long Island (where this time, I chose to come live again)!
Currently I’m squished next to this fat Asian guy in a vintage LIRR car with annoyed people who can’t believe they are doing the same thing that I am, commuting.
Funny…Now that I just let it all out I’m feeling a lil bit happier!
What’s your story? Is it worse than mine?
xo,
Gwen
My bestie Nicole and I started commuting to the city for work at the tender age of 17. This was when the big city, monster lights and action packed fun reigned! Back then, it was me picking her up late every morning and racing in my lil Hyundai to the train with six minutes to spare. The breakfast of choice back then was a low-fat blueberry muffin and our newly discovered coffee with skim milk. We could have been fed dog food and wouldn’t have even noticed because boy were we the happiest little gossipy campers on that train. We were two teens gabbing non-stop for an hour, we must have drove those older folks BANANAS!
It was all sunshine and puppies until right around month 3, where the commute then began to suck. After work filled days and nights at happy hour with our new found city friends, it sucked a lil harder with each passing train. I vowed to get the hell out of the burbs and never to return! I was planning my stake in the NYC real estate market! And so I did, Hello NYC apartments and big offices. I even tried out other boroughs and NOW here I am, an adult married with a dog and a house in the burbs talking the train and doing the very same shit I VOWED to never do again. Commute from Long Island (where this time, I chose to come live again)!
Currently I’m squished next to this fat Asian guy in a vintage LIRR car with annoyed people who can’t believe they are doing the same thing that I am, commuting.
Funny…Now that I just let it all out I’m feeling a lil bit happier!
What’s your story? Is it worse than mine?
xo,
Gwen
