content warning: school mentions

after this quarintine, i will start honeschooling, due to mental healtg reasons. i do not think i will miss anything about school, except for one thing. i live really far away from the school, and i am the last person in the bus route.

there is a period of time where i am mostly alone. it is about 45 minutes long, give or take. it is always enough to play an album, and fall asleep, as the soft motion of the school bus rocks me into a soft rest. it was probably the only good thing about my school.

it is an experience that will rarely happen again, as i grow older. i cannot sleep on public transport, due to safety issues. i will stop riding my dad's car, and have to learn how to drive one for myself. the motion of the road will rarely lull me to sleep anymore.

i do not know what the bottom line of this thread is. preemptive nostalgia, perhaps? or perhaps it is some type of yearning?
i do not think it matters. but it is certainly a beautiful thing, that i took for granted, and it is a sacrifice i will make, that may seem small, but

means a lot.