I was in my old working grounds twice this week to run
errands.
The first time I ventured out, I left right after lunch and
took the MRT (train). That took a quick and
comfortable 40 minutes. Hardly any queues at the ticket window and plenty of
room inside the train. Maybe if it was
this easy all the time, I would have readily accepted the invitations of my
office mates to come visit for lunch or dinner. But the sudden downpour as I
exited the terminal made me rethink my being out so far away from home.
The second time, I hitched an early morning ride with a
neighbor and we spent a little over two hours catching up on the latest
happenings in our lives before she finally dropped me off at my
destination. To say that the traffic was
terrible is an understatement. It truly
is a wonder how I managed all those long and tiring commute times in the thirty
years of work in that fabled financial district. Love of work? Friends at work? Pay at work? A combination? It is a wonder indeed.
