A different route this time around, quite a bit quicker and easier (And cheaper – using a “buy a ticket to one point, then another from another” sort of wheeze to save about £15. Not that I didn’t try other things, but, me being too old for a “young person’s” travel card; too young for a “senior citizen’s” travel card, no children to travel with for a “friends and family” card – and not going the right way to benefit from the network railcard (seems to only work around London). So no third off my tickets, but still, a bit of creative purchasing and I’m on my way).
This is my second trip to Bath, by train, to visit my girlfriend. Using up a little bit of my owed time saw me leaving work just after lunch and it being a bit of a three-day-weekend-and-a-bit, what with the bank holiday and everything. She’s been suffering this past week, a bout of tonsillitis – I hope it wasn’t down to me and all the kissing we’d gotten up to the weekend before! (touchwood, I seem to not be suffering with anything – and I hope that nothing untoward comes on over the weekend; that would really suck (lemons?))
I travel by train almost every day (the notable exceptions being those days that I don’t; usually due to working at home or it being one of those rare days that I have off (not counting the weeks I take off when I go and visit my girls in the states)); but despite the constant travel, I still enjoy myself a huge amount. I love looking out the windows and watching the scenery fly by, often with music in my ears (today, as an example, sees me listening to a bit of Camera Obscura on my way down, but it varies so much from day to day – largely depending on my mood and how awake I am). One of the things that I like is the change between countryside and towns, cities as we rush through. Everywhere seems to have its own character – and I wish I was much better at geography so that I could talk with confidence of the places I passed; instead I’m limited to the rail stations we pass. This train, for example, passed as far as Gloucester before darting off in a different direction. When I was a student, and was looking for job experience in my gap year, I was sent to Gloucester for a job using Delphi (imagine visual basic for PASCAL – if you remember what that is!) and one of the few things I remember is the guy interviewing me telling me that Gloucester has some of the most beautiful girls in the country. (I’ve still not seen enough of the country to form a solid opinion one way or another, but I think everywhere has its mix of people (plus, I think I've found the most beautiful woman in the whole country))
As it was, I didn’t get the position; instead I wound up working at the University where I would graduate from, then fall into a position (I am a firm believer that things happen when they’re needed, people enter your life when they’re are meant to, etc. etc. etc. Kinda like fate a bit, but more a “fate, if you chose to accept it”) and find myself in a pretty good position after having worked for a number of years.
I wonder if I would ever move from my current place. If you don’t have time to do anything but commute, does it really matter where you live? I mean, at the end of the day, my house is just a place I leave my stuff and sleep (occasionally, I eat there too). I really don’t know. Maybe.
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