I wasn't sure how this new commute would sit with me. After all, later to work, later home. But it's nice to watch Töölö's ornate buildings rattle by through tram 8's scratched up windows. I like seeing Apollonkatu's little park, where skewed streets come down from a hill, past Olaus Petrin kirkko, intersecting with the straightlaced Runeberginkatu, making my heart ache for something I can't fathom. I like the packed aisles and blasé attitude reeking from my fellow commuters. And most of all, I like Matilda experiencing these things with me.