I’m back in London in another contract. This is the first time I’ve actually gone back to somewhere I already worked before. It seemed easy– I already know the people and I already know the apps. It’s actually a lot worse. It’s like stepping back in time. All growth that’s happened since leaving may not have even taken place.
I’m in the get-up, go-to-work, go-to-bed loop again. The only bright side this time is that I get to ride my motorcycle to the station. I’m still on the train.
A few weeks ago, I tried to ride all the way into London on the motorcycle. My hope was that it would be faster and easier than taking the train. After all, I don’t need to worry about traffic with the motorcycle. The ride was a disaster. London bikers are maniacs and will make use of the smallest gaps between cars. I tried to keep up and even squeezed between some cars with inches to spare, but it was too hairy for me. So, I’m sticking to the train.
For the next six months, I’m another rat in the rat race. I get to stand in the crowd at platform 2–indistinguishable in my suit and permanent frown.