15: The number of monthly train tickets I’ve received in the mail.

5,190: Dollars. Yup, that’s how much these last 15 months have cost me.

4: Times I actually sprinted to a train and missed it by seconds, watching it pull out of the station. Not too shabby for a year+ of commuting, eh?

86: Minutes in the average train ride to and from work.

18: Minutes I’ve always given myself to get from the office to Grand Central.

4: Full books I can recall actually reading in their entirety on the train. I guess that’s what happens when you have a habit of sleeping during the long ride and an iPad. Kind of pathetic, I suppose.

0: Commutes left.

I am devastated clearly. NOT.

20: My guesstimation of how long it will take me to get from the apartment to the office.

You know what’s weird? I really never HATED commuting on the train. Yeah, everyone said it was a long ride (which is it) — but it was my me time. I guess now I’ll have to get used to having me time outside of this moving locomotive. I know, life’s a bitch, isn’t it?

T-minus two. Sorry I’m not sorry: Fuck.