Commuting is hard. For the last three weeks I have been living at my parents' house in Boca and driving to work in Miami. Every morning I have to get up no later than 6 a.m. so I can avoid traffic. If I leave at 6:15 a.m., I get to the office by 7:30 a.m. If I leave by 6:30 a.m., my ETA is in Jesus's hands—I could get there by 8 a.m., 9 a.m. or next year.
Waking up earlier is hard, but the hardest part is how much time commuting consumes of my day. I wake up, drive to work, work late to avoid traffic, drive home, eat dinner, sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat. There's no time to eat breakfast. There's no time to work out. There's no time to read. Only drive and work, work and drive.
