My journey home
It's hard to buy a seat home, and even hard to spend the time on the seat. Little space to put your feet, because there are people all on the floor or under your seat. once seated, you're supposed to keep that gesture, not any movement, even your hands. Keep an uncoordinate gesture, still you have to endure the smelly smoke, the uncomfortable fever from the crowded compartment, the continuous crying from waken babies or the complaints from upset adults because of sudden stops. It really sucks to come to long stabling halfway. That's when the babies begin to sing, the adults start to complain and I daze. I can't fall asleep, my nose doesn't work clearly, my knees get hurt in the crowds, my bag presses me. So tough a journey.
Count every minute, count every stop that has passed, but the destination is still so far away.
I'm lucky though. I have a seat to fix myself, have a soft bag to lean against. I can have a good rest, then I can also do a good deed by offering it to the aunt, I standing just for a relaxation. So I do. It feels much better to stand in a relative safe position. Double-benefit.
Not as bad as expected. Pick up some favorite voice, fall asleep once in a while. It won't be long. Just a blink of eye.