Remember that song? I used to sing it to Husband in the mornings, because he did, indeed take the morning train, work from 9 to 5 and then, take another home again. Now he has abandoned the train for the bus. He drives to a bus stop, rides the long commute, then walks the rest of the way to his building- in the dark. We can’t wait to be out of this ratrace.
Parked at the bus stop early in the morning.
Bus stop drop off in the big city.
Finally at work!
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I know the winter months must be the hardest. Tell him to hang in there. There will be better days ahead. We are proud of him!