Growing up, there was never much of a reason for me to commute anywhere. Obviously my father did, especially when we were living in Broomfield and he would ride the bus to work each day. Even in Bartlesville he had to drive 10 minutes or so to the other side of town to get to and from work, but I know he liked that much more than riding the bus.
As for me, I went to school via bus or car each day, and I never had a job that took more than about 3 minutes to get to so I would never have considered myself as a commuter. Not even once I got to Provo and started school here at BYU have I had the opportunity to classify myself with the other commuters. Living on the edge of campus precluded that until now.
With a new place to live with Grandma Chatfield all the way up in Orem, Holly and I now have to actually make sure to leave each morning in time to make it to work and class. It's not a long commute by any means (about 15-20 minutes depending on traffic), but it does give me a funny feeling of being "official" in my daily endeavors. Silly, I know, but true nonetheless.
Holly takes the car to campus each day and I mosey along on my scooter, which has almost 500 miles on it now (it's saving a lot of wear and tear on the car). That allows her to get home when her classes are over at 11:00 and I can come home in the evening when mine are finished. The morning traffic is always interesting, and I've found myself trying to think of alternate routes to get to campus on days when the traffic is particularly heavy. For the trip home each day I've found a very scooter friendly route up Canyon Road that keeps me away from the majority of the cars on the road for most of the trip.
Living with Grandma is a blessing as it's saving Holly and I a boatload of money right now, and having Grandma around is pretty fun, but the commuting part is interesting. I don't get to come home for lunch as often anymore.
8 years ago
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