How Can I Complain?
I no longer live close to anything except the mountains.
I am 95 blocks away from ED, a point he brings up whenever he makes the drive to come see me.
It now takes me approximately 33 minutes to get to work in the morning and 25 minutes to get home (depending on the time of night).
The gym I frequent used to be five minutes away, now the closest location is 15.
To make it to my parents house for Sunday dinner now requires at least 45 minutes in combined drive time.
But honestly, how can I complain when my drive looks like this?
I am sure people who live in major cities will scoff at the times I listed because they are used to long ass commutes. In Salt Lake, if your commute is longer than 15 minutes people wonder about your sanity. I am asked constantly how I can handle the drive.
Truth is, I actually LOVE my commute because I get to stare at the mountains, study the changing leaves and look out across the city before dropping down into it. It’s so beautiful it makes me want to cry – BUT I DON’T because that would blur my vision and impair my driving and I am nothing if not a responsible driver.*
*ED would like me to point out that “responsible drivers” do all of their makeup before leaving the house and therefore I am NOT a responsible driver. I told him I disagree because I am careful to only do the difficult makeup at stop lights so I am totally a responsible driver.