For the past eight weeks I have spent four days in one city and then three days in another, back and forth nonstop. It feels kind of like I am a tennis ball, being bounced back and forth across the court. I still haven’t quite decided whether I like the commuting or not.
On the one hand, it makes the weeks of school go by very quickly. I like having a routine, and I get into the groove of the schedule.
But it also means that I am always packing and unpacking and booking train tickets and the schedule can frankly be exhausting.
I’ve mostly decided to just roll with it. When I am commuting back and forth all of the time, I try to stay thankful for the opportunity to spend time with family, but also quiet time by myself when I am at school. And I am thankful for the opportunity to work every weekend and make money.
But with eight straight weeks of that routine coming to an end I am sooo exhausted and tired of all the travel. I still have over a week of school left until I am done for the semester, but in the next month I will only have to make two trips back and forth instead of the usual five, so it will still feel like a huge break. I will get to sleep in the same bed for more than four nights in a row and not live out of a backpack. And I will average less than 10 hours a week on the train. I am so going to savour this time, because in about a month I will be diving back into eight weeks of crazy commuting.
Hopefully by then I will be missing it.