I thought that having a car would make our commute a breeze, but I realized that even with a direct route and more speed, I enjoy riding the train with our son.
There are mornings when we sit in a darkened tunnel waiting for the tracks to clear only to miss our connecting train. There are snowstorms that freeze our noses. There are rainstorms that we cannot outrun. There are crowded platforms, annoying teenagers, and sleepy eyes.
But the last year of travels has been good to us. The boy and I commuted together. We laughed together. We cried together. While the storms continue to rage around our family, we are still together.