I still remember those mornings when the alarm would blare, and my first thought was, \Back in my early days in Tokyo, the daily grind felt like a battle—squeezing onto packed trains, breathing stale air, watching life slip by through smudged windows. It wasn\it was soul-sucking. Over time, though, I stumbled on a shift that turned it all around. It didn\means to me now: not just being ready, but making the ride something you actually enjoy without breaking a sweat.
It started with a simple realization: travel time isn\you need practical nudges. For me, optimizing the route was huge. I used to stick to the same old path, assuming it was the fastest. Then I tried apps like Moovit or Google Maps\live updates. In Paris, where strikes could derail any plan, I found quieter backstreets by foot that cut my walk time and let me soak in hidden courtyards I\they were seamless inserts into the routine.
What deepened this for me was seeing how it rippled into everything else. That daily travel window became my buffer zone—a chance to decompress, reflect, or even brainstorm ideas for work. In New York, during subway rides, I\it\into \get to.\
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