It’s 5:52 a.m. in Moynihan Train Hall. I’m balancing a container of fruit and my water bottle in one hand while tightening the straps of a backpack that’s weighed down by two laptops with the other.
It’s the start of my twice-weekly commute between New York City and Washington, DC.
I’m five months into this supercommute, and I can practically traverse the Northeast Corridor in my sleep. More importantly, I’ve learned how to turn eight hours on Amtrak trains into one of the most productive parts of my workweek.
This arrangement lets me refine my career in DC without leaving NYC
At 26, I’m still early in my career and figuring out which corner of…
