Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 2 August 2010
The right distance
I don't like to blog too much or too precisely about work, as I spend enough time there that I want the blog to be a way to forget about it a bit. However, I made a trivial observation about my current commuting that I wanted to share here because I blogged about it before. So here it is: my job is at the perfect distance from my home. By that I mean that I don't have to do a very long commute by train (just the time to read a few novel's pages), but I am just far away enough to be away from work when I am at home. I don't bump into colleagues (or ex colleagues) during evenings weekends and when I get home I am tired but not overly exhausted. And when I am exhausted, it is because of work, not because of commuting. I can wake up at a decent time in the morning and when I go to bed I don't have insomnia because I am stressed about the commuting. Oh, and I don't have that feeling that I live in the shadow of my working place. We might not stay in this town for that much longer and my commuting time might change accordingly, but until that day comes, I can enjoy the current situation.