Bus trips and June

For most of June, we were car-less. In fact the car was getting repaired for eight weeks. Eight weeks.

The first four weeks, I had a friend's car, which meant the routine wasn't shattered, broken. The routines were all similar. Then the friend's car had to be returned and it was public transport, everywhere. Inconvenient with Deepti being 7 months.

Somehow though, it just became good fun. Monday to Friday would be on the bus at 8:17, 8:30 train, 8:55 tram and at my desk at 9:30. And then walking back in the dark, invigorated but tired from the train station. Public transport all the way adds about 15 minutes each way to the travel time but reduces the stress.

Weekends were more fun; N loves bus rides, train rides, tram rides, even if it is just the novelty of seeing the world through big windows and not being strapped in. We'd do pointless things, like take an hour to get South Yarra just for Pacific Seafood House's average Saturday lunch. N loved the live fish though. We even did chips and hot chocolate in a fancy Sth Yarra restaurant that we'd never normally visit.

Getting the car back has been a hard adjustment. I long for long walks and I can feel the tightness returning. I deliberately got off the tram one stop early today, just to walk that extra while. We've been run off our feet catching up with eight weeks of missed shopping. And we haven't even got to Chadstone.