City Culture | Lisbeth Black
Rush hour used to be the thing I loved the most about big city life especially being packed into public transport like a sardine with other commuters, all of us looking too tired under the harsh lighting.
The rides to and from work became the highlight of my day next to the one day a week I’d sleep in and have to buy my coffee from the station. On those days queuing up next to coiffured lades and Calvin Klein men I’d feel like I was worth something.
Now older and back to a job in a big city the same things I found novel don’t thrill me anymore. The architecture and shops still delight me of course, that feeling of being so lost in a place so tall will never leave me. It’s just that now I look at my fellow passengers with sadness because they don’t seem that thrilled anymore either. I know we are all going home tetchy to our loved ones because we are stressed and tired.
Isn’t it funny how age and experience changes your opinion?