On my days in London I wake up early (normally between 5-530). I spend an hour or so getting ready/watching TV/drinking red bull/hating how early it is. I do some work. I walk to the bus stop, usually arriving just in time to see the bus pull away. I walk to the train station. I stand around with all the other commuters, no longer an I but a we.
We crowd together under the overhang because it’s pissing it down with rain and no one brought an umbrella. When the intercom announces the train (Platform 2 for the 8.23 Southwest train service to London Waterloo. Calling at Staines, etc … This train is formed of 8 coaches.) we make our way down the platform. Jostling for a position. We all want a forward facing seat.
The journey through suburbia takes under 40 minutes, if we catch the fast train. We arrive in Waterloo. We spill onto the platform when the doors open swiftly walking toward the exit. Once we put our tickets through the gate, everyone goes their own way. Quickly joining another group of we.
By tube. By taxi. By bus. By foot. We all leave Waterloo. Rushing. And rushing. And forever rushing. We arrive at our destinations. Finally becoming an I again.
I don’t know how people do this every day. I suppose they have to but… God, it’s exhausting! I cannot wait until I’m more central. Soon. Eventually. But for right now, all I can do is sit back and enjoy the train rides with my fellow suburbanites, while we wait, impatiently, for London to whisk us off to our finally destinations.