Everyday would begin and end with an hour-long drive to or from my destination in order to work. From this ordeal I learned two things:
1. It's important to me to live close to where I end up working
2. Once again, there's a whole new type of person that I can relate to better: commuters.
There are a few things that eat at me and it's just hard for me to work around. Gas money and time are two of them. I understand that it'd be nice to not live right in the city and have a slightly bigger house or pay a little less for it, but in the end I just couldn't do it. Two hours per day of driving and filling up a tank of gas twice a week just don't fly with me.
Today we were back in Anchorage working. The day seemed twice as long, stress was low, and I accomplished loads more! It's good to be home!
I'm grateful for the chance I had to learn from and observe the life of those millions of people who travel far to get to work everyday. Theirs is a different life. Theirs is the life of a commuter.
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