Not too long ago, I had the grand perk of living five minutes away from the Cumberland Blue Line station - legit, five minutes. At nights where I was too hammered, sorely weary, or just annoyed with the world, the idea of having to walk such a short distance from the station invigorated me with grand relief. It saved me many times.
As life moved on, so did I: I moved to a suburb (I don't like to personally brag, but I need them views, mate). Five minutes from the HIP, I had settled in Norridge where the action is quiet, the pigs are bored, and diversity seems to be lacking. Outside my window I see the alley, where nothing amazing transpires compared to my former window by the Cumberland station where shitheads and maniacs would be absurd in the alley.
In addition to moving, as did my commute to school and whatnot. In order to get to the South Loop, the trip is almost two hours long, depending on how the bus driver is. Netflix and Daft Punk have proudly occupied me, but this damn trip isn't worth the time.
I call it a bad transition because I am less inclined to write about strange encounters due to the trip's length and my annoyance; I just want to get to where I need to get to and that's it. At moments I do see some weird scenes, but my mind is still dead by the notion that I have to ride two fucking hours to get to an academic course. Bless books and pocket screens for saving the day.
In conclusion, this sucks. But I'll live with it, I guess. Because you gotta be an adult and all that shit and not whine about it. Whatever.
