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.