I had once complained about commuting by train into Penn station. Boy, was I ever mistaken. If you want to be really miserable just commute by bus!
Over half a million people ride the bus into Manhattan. Every. Single. Day. No, seriously, I looked it up.
In commune 2.0 I really had the best possible bus scenario. There was an Express bus stop across the street from the apartment that made 5 or so stops before bee-lining it into Manhattan. This bus ran every 10 minutes so it was pretty fool-proof.
My mornings looked like this:
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To recap where we are so far:
- We bought a boat in order to live on it.
- We are fixing said boat.
- We gave up our apartment.
- We moved into The Commune.
- We are still fixing the boat.
- The Commune timeline is running short since AllesGirl and HerSpouse are moving to Berlin.
- We are moving into a friend of a friend’s apartment very soon.
It’s a little kooky…
It is amazing how many things there are to do before one moves out. Three days before the Great Disbanding my Better Half and I ran errands, picked up needed items, and helped pack things for storage while AllesGirl crammed items into the 5 suitcases they were taking with them to Berlin. (HerSpouse was on a trip in Cancun Mexico – he is an airline pilot too – and the photos he sent while he was relaxing on the beach were NOT HELPING ANYTHING.) We had many discussions about what was needed to bring versus what was wanted to bring. I’ll say that it’s much easier to make decisions when it’s not your stuff.
Two days before The Great Disbanding we packed up our meager (not meager; how are we going to fit all this crap on our boat?) possessions + Kommune Kittehs and moved into Commune 2.0. The following day we stopped by Commune 1.0 after work and helped pack up AllesGirl and HerSpouse with last minute stuff. The idea was to load the neatly packed suitcases into the truck, the 4 of us would drive to one final Commune dinner where we would toast our brilliance with witty remarks, and then we would drop them off at their hotel where they would stay one final night before departing the following day, refreshed, relaxed and jubilant in their adventure. The reality was more like this:
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Back when we lived in our perfect enclave in the West Village I commuted by Subway.
I was literally a 4 minute walk and one stop on the express line from my work.
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