The Morning Commute

I take my morning commute seriously. It's a routine that gets me ready for the day. It's also where I allow myself to daydream. I put my iPod on, and what playlist I decide to listen to usually determines the type of daydream I have. But back to that in a second.

For this entire week, I've been completely thrown off during my morning commute. I've had to talk to people. Which, before 9 a.m., isn't okay with me. A "friend" got on the bus at another stop two days in a row and insisted on sitting next to me, forcing me to take off my iPod and abandon my little world of daydreams. Then my roommate came with me one morning because she wanted to get used to the commute. And today, this one I'm okay with, the boy called. So, as you can see, it hasn't been a normal commuting week for me. Boy am I glad that this week is over.

So back to the normal morning commute. I usually listen to my iPod loud enough to drown everything and everyone else out. I pick out a seat on the bus next to the window and stare out not really seeing anything. I just think about stuff. I guess this is what my mom does when she goes on her walks. She's always like "I come up with all of these ideas for you or places I think you should go when I'm walking." And I always laughed at her. But I do that on the bus.

It's the perfect time for it. I don't have to pay attention to anything. I can just sit there and think about my life, or a boy, or what the song I'm listening to means to me. I usually come up with some pretty good stuff. Including where I'd like to be in life as opposed to where I am. They're never one in the same. But hopefully one day they will be. But, back to the point, my morning commute is like my alone time. It's necessary for me. I need that little bit of time everyday just to myself. So when it gets interrupted I get pissed.