One of the reasons of moving away was to get way from the rat race.
We lived just two miles from my work and when my hours were 9 to 5, I got caught in traffic BIG TIME. I walked some mornings in the Summer and Hubby would pick me up, but if I had to drive, I’d set off just after 8 and end up arriving half an hour early.
Following my promotion, my hours changed to 8 to 4, which was much better, but the job was such that at the beginning of the month I would still be working after 6 to meet a deadline. I didn’t mind though as again going home, traffic was lighter.
Cue redundancy and a change of job, this time two miles in the opposite direction, all uphill with no footpath on a busy A road, and not on a direct bus route.
I negotiated my hours and worked 8.30 to 5 four days and 8.30 to 2.30 for the fifth, which broke up the week and gave me an afternoon off.
Getting to work took less than 10 minutes as traffic was flowing and most was going in the opposite direction to me anyway at that time. Getting home 4 days a week could take as long as an hour and a half though, especially when the last roundabout was designed around a major supermarket, and sometimes it could take me half an hour to travel four car lengths! No matter which way I went, I had to go through this roundabout as our road was the first right off one of the exits.And although it wasn’t on a GPS, we did hear a bulletin on the radio about the traffic jam we’d just joined.