Train Station Fun

This used to be my daily view, waiting for the boards to show which platform my wonderful train home would be on. For two years I persevered with this 50 minute train journey back to my family home whilst saving up for my flat and it was the worst thing about my day. Don’t get me wrong I love my family and enjoyed all the comforts of living at home – home cooked meals, no bills to pay, etc – so it wasn’t impending doom about going home it was the train journey itself.

That awful manic rush from work, always having to bear the timetable in mind whatever you were planning, the hideous scrum to get to the platform first and then once on the train being squashed and without a seat for most of the journey, not a joy at all. I’d rather my current walk/bus route any day if the week. That’s far less stressful and I feel like I have some control!

However, tonight the journey home was far less horrendous, but that’s probably to do with the novelty of doing the journey for the first time in ages and also why I was heading home. I was off home for fish pie and apple crumble with my lovely Aunt and Uncle from Australia as well as other family. The train journey was bearable as I knew the fun that lay in store once I was off the tin can on wheels!

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