I am officially a commuter. It took me 92 minutes door-to-door this morning. And a lot longer getting back. The trains were late this evening. Both of them. That’s a solid amount of time but I got a lot of reading done, so it wasn’t too bad. Of course we’ll see when I’m commuting solely in the dark. It’s still kind of light when I leave the apartment in the morning. But pitch black coming home.
Being on the train gave me plenty of time to think. And people watch. And read as I already mentioned. But more exciting I people watched. It’s a great pastime. So many interesting characters ride public transportation. Today I saw just a wide range of them.
I saw the young dad with his young kids taking them to dagis. Gotta get those kids in the state run daycare.
I saw the hot blonde girl that was the epitome of the Swedish stereotype.
I saw the bum, who still looked like he was drunk. Which is impressive and sad all at the same time considering it was Monday morning.
I saw all kinds of students from high school to university, studying, reading text books, finishing up homework on the way into school.
I saw the old man who looked like a kind old grandpa who was heading to work still looking sharp in his nice winter coat and fashionable old man hat. You know the kind. The kind that farfar used to wear.
I saw the young Stockholm man with his slicked back hair, fancy sports jacket and too tight pants on his way to his job.
I saw the older lady who was heading into town with her fluffy white dog. For what I have no idea. It was early and it seems silly to me to take a dog on the train when it should be out for a walk that early.
And I saw the train station teeming with people in the way to work. And I realized that I was one of them. In my khakis and blue shirt. Leather briefcase that CBCC gave me and that has replaced my well-used and well-loved backpack. My life changed drastically today. Oh shit.