Sitting on the train is something I spend the majority of my week doing. Some days I hate it and count the stations off with frustration and rage that I've chosen this way to travel to work. Other days I'm indifferent and the countryside slips away infront of me until I'm at Charing Cross without realising I even boarded.
But days like this morning I actually enjoy it and relish every second spent before arriving in London. Leaning my head against a finger print heavy window staring at fields and terrace houses listening to music and drifting off to sleep between stations. Dropping in on loud conversations between giddy (there is no other word to sum them up) fifteen year olds heading for school. Drowning out a business man angrily whispering into his mobile by turning my iPod up a fraction. Noting that the woman sitting next to me is trying desperately hard not to lean on me though the Southeastern train carriages aren't designed with the width of the human body in mind.
This morning I sat and smiled inanely out at Kent and South East London. Even when the drizzle started to fall somewhere around Waterloo I didn't mind at all. I've got it all to look forward to again in roughly 6.5hrs when I head back where I came from and then most likely for the next few decades of my life.
But days like this morning I actually enjoy it and relish every second spent before arriving in London. Leaning my head against a finger print heavy window staring at fields and terrace houses listening to music and drifting off to sleep between stations. Dropping in on loud conversations between giddy (there is no other word to sum them up) fifteen year olds heading for school. Drowning out a business man angrily whispering into his mobile by turning my iPod up a fraction. Noting that the woman sitting next to me is trying desperately hard not to lean on me though the Southeastern train carriages aren't designed with the width of the human body in mind.
This morning I sat and smiled inanely out at Kent and South East London. Even when the drizzle started to fall somewhere around Waterloo I didn't mind at all. I've got it all to look forward to again in roughly 6.5hrs when I head back where I came from and then most likely for the next few decades of my life.
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