The Joy of being a Commuter.

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I don't know about you but while it is safe and convenient to travel using your own car or motorcycle, there is this unexplainable joy that commuting gives us. Commuting is fun especially when you travel for a long distance. I'm talking about riding a bus.

Before the pandemic, when we were still allowed to travel to visit some distant relatives, we have to ride a bus since we don't own a car. It is not convenient. We had to wait for the bus to be full. There are also instances when bus drivers would still let you in even without seats available for you, you have to stand and hold firmly on the handrail so you won't fall. Imagine the inconvenience plus you carry your own bag or perhaps a child is with you.

Back when I was a kid, my mother used to take us with her when she visits her siblings. It is a one-hour bus ride. I would be happy if I get the chance of sitting by the window but if there are a lot of passengers, I would just sit on my mother's lap. I realized my mother might have been tired then, because she had me sitting on her lap while she is also looking after my older sister and our baggage.

In my college days, we usually ride on a mini- bus to go home. During weekends, there were lots of passengers which includes students, businesswomen buying goods and supplies for their stores and workers. There are times when we would force ourselves to ride on the bus even it is full already because there is no other means of transportation. We don't have a choice back then. We would stand in the aisle of the bus or sit at the top of the bus.

This was taken five years ago. It was a fun and exciting experience. You can see the excitement painted on our faces, we were excited to go home every weekend then that eventhough we have to sit at the top of the b useus, we wouldn't mind as long as we can go home.

Today, we can no longer satisfy ourselves with the fun that commuting brings. Prior to the time of pandemic, the mini- buses back home had also stopped operating due to old age. But people really find ways to be able to travel to the town again. We would ride on a motorcyle or a tricycle but nothing compares to the joy of bus ride.

I miss feeling the cold air when I'm sitting by the window seat of the bus. I miss sitting next to a random guy and lean my head on his shoulder. I miss the dizziness I get when I stare intently at the surrounding while the bus speeds off. I miss closing my eyes and singing my heart out feeling the music that the driver put on shuffle. I miss the dreams and aspirations I create when I am riding in a bus day dreaming. I miss sleeping off to the sound of music.

I hope one day, we will be able to adapt a new normal wherein we could still travel freely even without important errands. I hope one day, we can still go out and run without our masks on.

How about you? What do you hope for tomorrow?

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