I’ve been experiencing some early mornings at work lately.
Today, I had to be there for 6:45.
That hour is best spent under covers with fluffy creatures all around.
Most days?
I ride my bike to work.
But on a day with such an early arrival time minutes matter.
With no traffic I can drive there in fifteen minutes, so drive I did.
Driving home at four or five?
Well…
That’s a whole different cask of rat piss.
I won’t go into any of my frustrations with how we’re ‘progressing’ by getting rid of cars, but let’s just say that the system the planners have envisioned is working according to plan. No one gets anywhere quickly at all.
And?
Those with money have it better.
When we moved home we thought long and hard about where we wanted to live and how we wanted to live.
Lately I’ve had some regrets about not picking a rural area, a place with easier access to things that I love - the ocean and the woods.
We even thought about a compromise neighbourhood - somewhere with large lots in a more suburban area.
A home somewhere like that was fine when I was a therapist who chose my hours and where I to located my business.
Now though?
I have a j.o.b.
And with that someone else tells me where to go and when to get there.
It’s liberating.
Liberating except for the traffic.
But driving home with my daughter yesterday evening I remembered exactly why we choose this bougie little enclave on the side of a hill.
This bougie little enclave with it’s meddling sense of ‘community’ filled with nosey parkers and status fucker elites.
This bougie little enclave is really really easy to avoid traffic and drive to quickly even when all of the roads to the more suburban areas are completely backed up.
It’s nice remembering why we moved here.
Also dear reader?
I have a confession to make.
I haven’t been waiting tables this summer.
I’ve been a tour guide driving van loads of people around our province.
I’ve been telling stories every day, making people laugh one minute and cry the next.
I’ve told them about the dozen green bananas and my father.
Through stories I’ve introduced them to my Nanny and the best part of the best part of the world.
In doing so?
I’ve remembered why I choose to be an entertainer, a storyteller and a performer.
And that dear reader?
That has made getting home much easier.