Switches · the 905, Toronto
Two hours each way on transit, and in February that is the whole story
Pinned as two_transit_hours
- Wants
- somebody honest about who travels and how often
- Rope so far
- Three years, one partnership, ended on a platform in January.
- Around
- the 905, Toronto
Two hours on transit, each way, is what a weeknight evening with anybody downtown costs me. In June that is a book and a small amount of resentment. In February it is standing outside in the dark waiting for something that may or may not be running, and the last time I did it I sat down when I got home and understood I had been quietly furious since about November.
Twenty six, out in the 905, three years in and both directions. I do not drive. That is unlikely to change soon and it is the single most important fact in this post, because it means the travel is not something I can shorten by leaving earlier or picking a different route.
What ended my last thing was not the distance. It was that neither of us ever said anything about it. He assumed I was fine because I kept saying I was fine, and by the time I stopped saying it I had already decided, which was not fair to him at all.
So I would like the boring conversation at the start. Who comes to whom, how often, what we do when it snows, and whether a thing that happens twice a month is enough for both of us. I would genuinely rather have something small and dependable than something ambitious that falls apart in the winter.
Not looking for anybody who tells me the distance is nothing before they have done it in January.