I used to never want to work from home, even though I have what a lot of people around me consider a killer commute (New Yorkers and Londoners just shrug). I wanted the socialisation, I wanted out of the house, out of the village, away from the diapers. And I never minded riding the train.
Now we have moved into a much nicer and much bigger house, in the city, and Covid happened. I love my house, and hate getting on the train. The kids are bigger, everyone is home all the time, and having children does not feel isolating any more. Having my family around fills a surprising amount of my social needs (not all, by all means). And we are all trying to get our work done from the family room - it’s a bit like having co workers. I enjoy seeing more of my husband, without the bickering about who’s got to drive the kids next.
So, working from home was surprisingly good, too, and it has not just been because I say a prayer of thanksgiving for every day I do not have to mask up to get on that train. I still have to go in every other day (I’m on a 4 days a week schedule) though due to health issues it’s been more like one day a week.
However, even the days in have been better! Not having to do any kid chauffeuring in the afternoons, I could stay very long hours, to make the train journey count, and that has made my days more productive, rather shockingly so, actually. (Also, all meetings, training, and reorganising have been cancelled. We actually get work done, and while we carefully distance, no birthday parties, communal coffee breaks etc., we still get to chat from our doorways).
I will soon get proper network access from home, and I will definitely keep at least one day at home and one long day at work. Not sure how I will split up the rest - at some point, I will have to work round everyone else’s schedule again. Having experienced these changes has been one of the good things I have learned during this crisis.