Transit

Commuting is the worst. I know there are “upsides” - a chance to relax, catch up on daily reading/news, listen to music, look at the scenery (I get to cross the Sydney Harbour Bridge everyday), but in the end, it’s just a hot, flustering vehicle packed with business men, women, kids and the elderly trying to get somewhere. Like everybody else. At 7:30am on a Tuesday morning. Yes, peak hour. It’s horrible, it’s impatient, it’s angry and most importantly, it’s slow.

I like to think one day I’ll have a great level of patience that has been engrained in me over the many slow journey’s I’ve taken. I’ve already learnt a lot of things about travel:

• Leave early. No matter what, it’s more likely to get you there on time, and you’re more likely to miss rush hour traffic. It’s a big trade-off with sleep, though.
• Listen to music / read instapaper / Facebook - distractions are key, it really makes time fly when you get into the zone.
• Don’t punish yourself/other people. Feeling angry is another way that the public transport system has won. Let it go.