This evening, the whole family went off to absolute whoop whoop to get some snaps. It was almost a three hour expedition.
Leaving at 5:30 on a Friday night was probably not the smartest idea. What should have taken us 20 minutes took us closer to 50, and man, it was terrible.
I have been fortunate. For most of my life, dealing with traffic hasn’t been a regular part of my life. There was a bit when I went to primary school, but for middle school I could take the tram, and for senior school I walked to class. Both took under 30 minutes.
Then for uni, it was either walk, ride my bike, or take a tram. There was one year where the trip was 45 minutes plus (although on public transport) and it was probably the worst year of my life.
And for work, it’s been somewhat similar. Kiwibank was 20 minutes on a scooter (my favourite commute). I lived on-site while mining in Western Australia and selling industrial screwdrivers in Germany. My desk is 2 meters from my bed.
As I sat in 40 minutes of traffic (there AND back) I realised how #blessed I have been, and how avoiding this is in the future is a Tier 1 priority. Either that, or invest in a Self-Driving Car.