The long way home
You know it’s bad when you take the long way home, or the long way anywhere really. I guess it’s worse for me to take the long way to work. I remember the good times when I was rushing to get home, or rushing to get to work, because I loved it. Now I almost relieved if there is a construction delay, or missed flight at the airport. It gives me time.
Now so much time away from the things I love, it just gives me some time to myself, of which I have had none lately. It seems with all the craziness of two jobs and the family to contend with, there is never any time left for me. So I enjoy taking the long way home, or long way to travel anywhere.
Perhaps if there was less traveling and more time to the self, it would be more exciting to go to where we are going.