It’s been four months since I found a fabulous job in DC and began commuting from my grandparents’ house in Baltimore. At first, I was positive that I needed to move to DC as soon as possible and get rid of that insane 2-hour commute!
However, after a few false starts with that whole thing, I shifted my focus one day to actually staying in Baltimore. And I realized how good I had it.
You see, I love trains. It is, hands down, my favorite way to travel. There’s no security to go through, no get-there-2-hours-before-your-train-or-risk-missing-it-entirely. All you need is a ticket in hand, and to show up on time. And then you get to spend the entire ride blissfully spent doing whatever you desire. Reading, computer-ing, mobile phoning. No take-off or landing restrictions. And you don’t have to concentrate on the road! Someone else does that for you!
But that’s not all. There is something truly special about leaning your head against the window pane, watching the countryside go whizzing by, listening to the train moving.
And I am so lucky that I get 2+ hours every day to sit down, in one spot, and just read a book. Sure, I can check Twitter and read blogs on my phone, but I can also put it down. There aren’t a million-and-one distractions available to keep me from my book. Or from looking out the window. Or writing in a notebook. In fact, I have come up with so many blog posts ideas on the train! The problem is really just sitting down at night and actually writing them… But look, ma! I did it tonight!