The morning commute was agony. This first semester had been exhausting. On a daily basis, I questioned why I decided to live with Annie in a postage stamp apartment in a sleepy community in Derry, NH and dealt with a two-hour commute each way to school. But when I walked into the courtyard of NEIA , I knew it was all worth it.
This morning was exceptionally brutal because my coffee machine hadn’t turned on automatically. So the stale over-priced cup in my hand was my first of the day. The hour drive just to the Alewife “T” station had been nerve racking without my comforting steel thermos.
And now the crowded herd of commuters pressing me against the cold germy pole in the middle of the car, were almost more than I could bear. The lack of personal space was one of my greatest dreads and regularly launched me into a nervous anxiety attack. I quickly flicked the touch dial on my ipod to raise the volume and lead me into a less stressful world.
Relief didn’t come until I switched onto the green line D train.