Today, I wake up early and think.

Dearest friends bought me a livingsocial deal to make my own skincare products tonight (this shall be documented, of course), so I decided to take public transportation to work (I’ll omit the details). It really isn’t too terrible of a commute–about a little more than an hour of a trip. I hadn’t taken the metro in so long that I actually enjoyed it. The idea “distance makes the heart grown fonder”ย has appeared once again. ๐Ÿ™‚ What is your commute to work/school/life like? What do you enjoy doing during that time?ย 

I recently received an email from a dear friend who is teaching in Indonesia and was impressed that she was able to wake up an extra hour early to be able to have some quiet thinking & reading time. While I do not have the ability to wake up that early, the hour-long commute gave me a moment and an excuse to have that alone time, to read or catch up on the morning news. Loved every second of it!

Waiting for the lovely, free circulator to carry me to the metro.

Exiting the duPont Circle Metro, long escalators scare me.

Waiting in line for the shuttle bus. It looks like a school-bus. I feel like a student, once again.

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Today, I am woken up by the sky falling down…

But really what I thought was an alien invasion (well my mind fabricated that story while I was sleeping) turned out to be loud snow plows.

SNOW! See picture below!

I debated taking public transportation to get to work, but meh! I ended up driving to work afterall. As I was driving, I realized I was not so excited about snow. As a four year old in Stockholm, I used to LOVE the sight of snow. It mean that I could whip out my red sled (wish I had a picture of this), red snowsuit, red hat, red gloves, and purple (ya need something to jump out right?! :D) boots! Yep, fashionable me. What was more fun than having your grandma pull you down or up a hill and getting capsized by your plastic sled? Nothing except probably coming back in for piping hot chocolate or tasty french toast. YUM. But look at me now. I faced my car which like Shan Yu from Mulan was buried under an avalanche (okay, exaggerating about my car a little perhaps?). Put on those gloves, warmed up the car, and shoved all the snow apart. And then had to get to work to my windowless cubicle. No red suit today. No red gloves. No purple boots. But at least I have my cup of Cranberry Blood Orange (The Republic of Tea – to warm me up. ย ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ll be looking to those tacos and taco soup tonight ๐Ÿ™‚