I love driving to work. I find it rejuvenating. This is my time for introspection, for reflection. To listen to the news, to sing out loud, and even to read when I’m stuck in traffic.
There’s also that sense of excitement about going to work. (Yes I’ve told you guys that I love my work)
Going home is a different story altogether. It’s downright excruciating! This sense of wanting to be with Andrea already yet being unable to. Knowing that any slight delay in my arrival could result in my not being able to play with Andrea anymore cause she’d be sleeping. This sense of “I’m wasting this time inside the car when I could be 1: Resting, 2: Working some more, 3: Playing with Andrea, 4: Chatting with Ruy, 5: Earning while blogging.
I HATE THE DRIVE HOME
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