The bus has a way of slowing life down; waiting at the bus stop, riding a slow/indirect route home and then the peaceful walk home from the drop off. It takes a lot longer than driving but the change of pace is welcomed and only trumped by the change in scenery and experience (people/places).
I like being "among the people," meeting people along the way. Today I met a guy from Gabon (West Africa) whose been in Dallas for a few months and is trying to get a grip on English. We chatted for a bit and went on our seperate ways. So far life outside the "mobile isolation box" has been pretty good.