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.
Sounds parfait, Guillaume. Is that chance or brilliant organisation by you?
It was pure chance and a very welcome turn of luck, as in the last few years I have either worked too far or too close from home. I am far from organised or brilliant.
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