Liz and I started working remotely full-time back in 2020. Since then, I really haven’t had much occasion to take the Metra.
I think I popped downtown once or twice. And actually went into the office once, back in May. But Metra has really been a thing of the past for me, since my daily commute to work mostly involves me walking into another room.
The thing is: I’ve not yet thrown away my old Metra pass from March of 2020. I’ve held onto it, and as time’s gone on… I’ve been content to leave it in my wallet.
I’m not sure why I’ve done this. A reminder perhaps? A sign to myself that we are still, in some ways, in the midst of a global pandemic. To remind myself how much the world changed, two years ago, and how we’re still not back to that place, even now?
There was a very big shift that happened in March of that year. And I guess this small Metra pass is a tangible representation of that particular time. The pass has long expired, of course. But I think I’ll likely hold onto it, regardless. It still has some small bit of value to me, even after all this time.
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