For a few days this week, I’ve commuted 20.8 miles from work to Plano.
We had to vacate our home because the wood floors are being refinished; this is the last step of the restoration from the ceiling collapse. A long wood-floored hallway connects all rooms, so there’s no way we could avoid walking on it.
Commuting is for the birds. Even though this commute is moderate by modern standards, it was 220% more miles and 150% more time than my regular drive to work. And because it is on a freeway, I get to experience maddening, random slowdowns as traffic unpredictably oscillates between freeflow and congestion. And yes, this happens even with good following distances and right lane travel, Steve Blow! (link)
So let’s see, I could commute and get a larger house and lower crime in exchange for:
- No scenery.
- No trees.
- Maddening daily commute.
- Loss of more than an hour of my time each day.
- Boring neighborhood.
No, thank you.