If there has been one huge change for me, this time round, from the last time we were here, it has to be with my means of transport.
These days you could find me rummaging through my handbag hoping to find the right change for the bus.
You see, I am ‘carless’ at the moment. Rather, I have a car which I can’t use. You see when got my license last time, I was in a tearing hurry, and we had an automatic car, so it seemed sensible to just go in for the automatic license. Husband got himself a new car, a manual one. I had plans of taking the test for the manual, but then didn’t feel like wasting the money. I could find much better use for it, I was sure. When we relocated, we sold my car, and husband held on to his, of course. Now, we’ve got one car sitting idle in the driveway, as husband works in Glasgow. So it makes more sense that I get the license and drive it, rather than buy another car. So until I take the test, I’m stuck with traveling in buses, which is not as bad as it sounds.
There are some instances when it drives me crazy, though. Like the time when I miss the bus by seconds. Or when I lose track of the time, while I spend the day cleaning and ironing, and miss the bus. Or when Amazon decides to deliver a package just when I am about to step out, and naturally, I miss the bus. Or when I miss my stop because I’m lost in my thoughts, and then have to walk all the way back. Did I tell you that I managed to walk back 3 miles one day? I walked and walked, because the next bus was half an hour away, took the wrong turning, and ended up in a lane where the bus does not go. Finally reached the next bus stand, after walking for 30 minutes, only to find that the bus was a few minutes early and had already left. All I could do was walk all the way back home. It wasn’t too bad, because I was in no hurry, and the weather cool enough to enjoy the walk. But I do wish that the bus is late, sometimes. At least on the days that I am late. Thankfully, none of this happens on the way to school in the mornings. Mornings are the one time, when we are normally perfectly on time and so are the buses. Early days, though, who knows how they will change.
Sometimes, I hate the extra time(and effort) I spend, but it’s not too bad actually. Husband does not understand why I can’t just take a taxi. Well, taxis are not half as much fun! The people you see, some are sweet characters, full of cheer and goodwill, even when drenched completely in the rain. There are some who are lost in their own worlds, some who are busy herding their children through the bus, exhausted with the effort of ensuring that none of their brood has got left behind at the previous stop. Some intrigue me, like a girl and her mother who are always on our bus. Actually I’m not sure if she is the mother. She looks young, late twenties, while the daughter(if she is her daughter) looks about 12 or 13. And I’ve never seen them exchange a word. They get on, sit apart on different sides of the bus, and yet they are together. On the way back the older lady/mother carries the girl’s bag. There is something weird about them. I’ve just figured watching them that they are together, but can’t figure out what their relationship might be. Not that it is any of my business, really. But I guess you can figure out why I find buses so much fun.
There are other benefits of becoming a frequent traveler on the buses, the drivers come to know you. Once, a driver stopped the bus, mid way, way before the bus stop, so that daughter and I didn’t have to run! I was so shocked, and delighted, I must have told him a million ‘thank you’s.
And yes, the one thing that is annoying is, hunting for change, so I’ve gone and bought myself a bus pass. No more change, it’s just a wave of the pass now.
Edited to add I would think this qualifies as change too. New beginnings, changes…
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