The journey into college takes me an hour on the train, plus buses either end. I actually love it. Peace and quiet, no small domestic demands on me, just time to think and read and write.
When I did this journey daily 12 years ago, we occupied our time with papers: newpaper, journals, books, paperwork. Now we are all consuming/communicating electronically. The conversations have changed too from “I’m on the train….” to ‘Ping’ read me I’m a text message.