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🫢4 hours commuting every single day... today I can finally breathe
4 hours every single day. Two hours there and two hours back. 4 hours of my life wasted every day just commuting in the freezing cold and slush. If you've ever had to wake up at 4:15 AM, pitch black outside, freezing rain pouring down, and you have to drag yourself out of bed to go to work - you know exactly how that feels. You just want to scream from sheer exhaustion, but you get up anyway because you have no choice. My name is Laura Martin, I'm 23. Let me be upfront: I genuinely don't care whether you try anything after reading this or not. I'm not advertising anything and I'm not here to convince anyone. I just wanted to share an unbelievable turning point in my life. What you do with it - that's completely up to you. And yes, that is me in the car. The photo was taken about a year ago, back when I still bleached my hair blonde. My dad snapped it through the window right after we picked up the car, and I just dropped my head onto the steering wheel and bawled my eyes out from pure relief. How did I end up in that situation? Last year I failed out of a university term over a ridiculous conflict with a professor. My only option was to wait a full year to re-enroll next fall. That meant an entire gap year where I had to support myself, buy groceries, and cover rent on my room. Who hires a 23-year-old with no degree and zero experience? In the city, I got rejected everywhere. The only place that hired me on the spot was a large gas station out on the highway bypass outside town. The pay was decent, but getting there was an absolute nightmare. No direct transit whatsoever. My daily grind looked like this: alarm at 4:15 AM, catch the 5:00 AM bus to the outer suburbs. From there, I'd unfold an old bike and pedal 8 kilometers along the shoulder of a dark highway. Freezing rain, biting wind, transport trucks blasting past at 100 km/h covering me in dirty slush. Then 12 hours on my feet at the register, and in the evening - the same 8 km in the dark back to the bus
