As I am writing this, I am currently sat on the world’s busiest train. There is literally a man’s elbow going into the back of my head but I’ll take the pain because I’m lucky enough to have got a seat. Thank the Lord.
I want to talk about London today and the struggle of commuting there. I’m not saying it in the way that commuting is such an effort and I’m too lazy but more in the sense of how stressful it is. I woke up at half five this morning just to speed down the road to catch my train, spend two hours commuting, spend a whole day in the office to then walk as fast as I can in my little booties to then spend another two hours on a sweaty train just so I can get home and crash out at eight o’clock. Do you see any appeal in that? I don’t. Apart from the sleeping bit.
But if there is anything that makes commuting ten times worse it’s anxiety. Two years ago when I was interning, I had a panic attack on the tube to Oxford Circus in the lunch time rush hour at Christmas time. Doesn’t that sound fantastic? So I’m kind of put off now of travelling on my own on the underground during rush hour which makes me the biggest nightmare in London between the hours of 8 and 9 in the morning and 5 and 6 in the evening.
I actually beg of you if you have any tips for commuting to share them below in the comments because I genuinely reach the point sometimes where I’d rather walk 50 miles to London than get on a train there!
I know this is a moany, rambly post and it’s just a way of me trying to calm down my anxiety at this moment in time but I’m going to be starting a new series like this all to do with becoming an adult. So I’ll be talking about interviews, first jobs, what to wear, how to save money for repaying a student loan, flat stuff, anything like that! Hopefully my future posts will be slightly better worded though. If only my old English teacher could read this, I’d definitely get a slap on the wrist!