When I was single, I used to be okay with commuting. It was nice to have some down time between work and home. I mean let's face it, from the time I was completing my clinical hours in grad school through my first four years of actual professional employment, I always had at least a 20 mile drive between me and work. And I liked that because I had time to decompress before getting home. And for the most part, I didn't really have anything I had to rush home for.
But now, in my new job, I do. And I don't so much like that on top of having an eight hour day away from my boys, I have to add a good 35-45 minute commute at each end of the day. It bums me out.
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