Some places (where I live now) are fine to visit without a
car. Some are near impossible unless you’re on a bike tour or run across the
nation campaign (where I lived then). I can get to him on the bus. And he
doesn’t have a car. So we should be good?
Except.
He rides a bike and I don’t.
And the buses near him are designed for weekday commutes
and I visit on weekends.
And he’s okay not knowing who’s giving him a ride home at
the end of the evening. I burst into tears when it’s late and it’s loud and I’m
exhausted and I want to go home and we don’t have a plan.*
If he ends up o the wrong side of everywhere, he’s okay
walking in the middle of the night for hours. I start asking how to get a cab.
I hate spending money on cabs in my city. But then, I can almost always get
home on transit. The rides might be long, but the stops aren’t miles away from
my place and the waits aren’t going to be nearly an hour long.
I know bringing my car will bring it’s own issues of parking
and navigation, but suspect it will help bridge more obstacles than it creates.
I wrote this post on my bus
The one I take pretty much every weekday
Ironic or point in case? I'm not sure which.
*Doesn’t that make you want to invite me to your next party?
3 comments:
I totally relate to the end-of-party meltdown thing. I HATE not being in control of when I get home. I have to insist to Kevin that we have our own transport when we go out with a big group.
After that meltdown, I used a journal entry to figure out what my rules for getting home are. They're way more complicated than I realize. But since I'm used to driving myself or going with a friend with a similar leave time it's not something I've dealt with in years.
Though it did remind me that I didn't like carpooling for the first year I lived in the middle of nowhere. That know-when-to-leave-and-be-able-to-exit time is crucial.
Which is to say, I'm glad I'm not alone :)
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