Two years and three months away and I forgot.
I forgot how much time is spent in cars getting to and from this whole work phenomenon.
When I started commuting again, I left the house around 5:45AM. There are tons of people on the road at that ungodly hour. Tons. And we’re all going about 75-80, in all kinds of weather and visibility. Damn the road-spray - swill some Dunks and put the pedal to the floor.
My fellow drivers and I comfort ourselves with the knowledge that we head away from Boston. Exurbian work-units that we are, we traverse the geography of nowhere filled with cookie cutter desolation stations - the land of Chili’s, British Beer Works, CVS, big fucking houses with three car garages, high tension wires and corporate hives that resemble bunkers.
Exurbian work-units trade the beat and throb of the city for a commute that doesn’t drain (all of) the will to live - at least not every day….
City workers? They are well and truly fucked, because as I head up north to FaceLessVille - city workers are already - at 5:45AM - already - bumper to bumper some 20 miles north of Oz.
What a gigantic wasted of time, money, gas, psychic energy, life - you name it.. It is at once an awe-inspiring and completely depressing sight - all these city workers grinding it out in slow motion day after day on Route 3 and Route 93 into town.
But you know we all have to do it right? Living costs money and the money that pays for the living - well - that’s even more expensive - ten times more..