See that long red and black line? That’s my commute (or a good chunk of it). It normally takes about 40 minutes, but when it’s red/black like that it’s more like 70 minutes. And it was red/black for several days in a row last week. On the third day, when my blood pressure shot up and I was ready to claw my own face off, I decided to try to take a detour. Seems like an obvious plan, but there aren’t really any obvious detours – just winding back roads and I always get lost when I try to improvise and then I get upset and it’s just not a good situation.
By some miracle, my GPS (which had been on the fritz for months) came on, I made a u-turn and I was on my way. Even with my GPS on, I made a wrong turn (because I’m awesome like that) and my GPS recalculated a new route.
:: cue angels singing ::
My new route takes me past cornfield after cornfield, farm after farm, down winding roads through woods and quiet housing developments filled with lovely homes I only wish I could afford. My old route took me past farms also, but there was a lot of traffic. Not only is there no traffic on my new route, there are barely any other cars on the road. Finally my route takes me out onto a main road 1/2 mile from my office – 30 minutes flat.
Now I actually look forward to my commute! It’s almost relaxing. I take this quiet drive and I daydream that I will somehow stumble upon a secret neighborhood of affordable housing in this area. Highly unlikely, but you never know 🙂
The only problem I’ve come across is that I’ve been taking my old route for so long that I do it on autopilot now. More than once this has resulted in me missing the one and only exit onto my detour. Hopefully with a little more practice, I will get used to taking the new route. It’s definitely done wonders for my stress level.