Waiting for my bus.

When I lived in the city, I used to roll out of bed and walk an easy ten steps onto a nifty train that would whisk me to work in five heartbeats.

Since moving to the outskirts of town last November, I now commit a good hour and a half of my mornings to my commute.

It might seem like I got the bad end of a deal by leaving my city abode. But coming home to a place that really feels like a home makes it worth it.