I’m learning how to commute. At 41 years old you may think it’s a little late to learn this. Maybe I should say I’m relearning. And while the commute can be a bit of a grind, I’ve found one little pleasure in it.
Let me explain: I lived in Hong Kong for the better part of the last decade. Specifically, in the Wan Chai district, where most of the places I went to for work and leisure were literally right next to me. It’s a fairly common experience in Hong Kong, at least for expats. Hong Kong taught me if it was more than 10 minutes away, and it wasn’t going to change my life, I wasn’t going to go. Things were so close in Hong Kong that even taking the train or the ferry across to Tsim Sha Tsui, the world-famous shopping and entertainment district, seemed like a huge undertaking.