Continuing on with what I’ll miss when I move next year, as promised.
3. My solo bus rides to and from the city: The twice daily commute. Okay, so there are a lot of times when I really don’t like this part of my day. Like when the bus is absolutely packed, and we’re all squished together and some people haven’t showered but you can’t escape, and then there’s that one person on the phone with complete disregard of the rest of the passengers on the bus, and the baby at the front just refuses to quit. But then there are other days when it’s exactly where I want to be. Usually when it’s late at night, most people are already snug at home and I’m only just making my way from another night at work, and the bus doesn’t fill up. I put on my headphones, turn up my music and zone out. And by zone out, more often than not, I fall asleep (Soz not soz to the people I knock or lean on).
Til my next post,
Besos para ti xx
angelica la viajera 