After one week of my new hour-plus commute, I can safely say that it’s not as terrible as I thought it’d be.
It’s long, yes, but seamless. Everything runs on time, and everyone is used to their routine.
Also, there’s order, and it’s wonderful.
I know that sounds like a weird thing to praise, but let me explain.
If you’ve ever taken a bus in DC, especially during prime commuting hours, you know that it’s pretty much chaos.
People mill around the stop until the bus pulls up, and then everyone crowds around the door, ready to push other commuters out of the way. And it’s nearly impossible for riders to exit the bus (even though it’s in the best interest of those trying to claw their way on), with everyone hemmed in around the open door.
Basically, it’s not a fun way to start your morning. Or end your day.
At my new bus stop, though, things are different. There is no chaos. There is no pushing. There is no trampling.
There is just a beautiful, calm line of people, waiting patiently to board the bus.
You read that right. I’m excited about a line. A simple queue. Simple, and yet so welcome after years of fighting to get one foot on the steps of the bus before the driver can close the doors.
It might take me over an hour to get to work now, but my day no long starts with shoving, cutting people off, or chaos.
And it’s totally worth it.