Once upon a time I went to college.
In that first year of college, I worked approx. 24 hours a week. I drove 30 minutes to work and 30 minutes home. I went to school full-time and spent 1 hour on the bus to school and 1 hour back. I went to church across town (at least a 45 minute drive) and I went over there at least twice a week if not more. Later in that year, I took on another job…still only working about 30 hours a week total between both my jobs, but still doing school.
Into my second year of college, I started dating Zach. My dad still comments to this day that he never saw me and that I lived at Zach’s house. Well, I kinda did….I just slept at Mom and Dad’s. But if you look at my schedule, it’s easy to understand why we got into that pattern.
I started work at 6 AM. In the middle of the day, I’d go to school, only to return to work in the afternoon and stay until 6PM. I was working full-time, going to school just short of full-time. It was a 45 minute drive home, but Zach’s house was only 30 minutes and on the way. So, everyday I’d stop at his house. We’d cook dinner and eat. If I had a lot of homework, I might stay and do it while he watched hockey, or I might go home. Either way, 9-10PM came really quick and I had to leave for work at 5:30AM and I needed my rest, so I’d rush home and go to bed. On occassion, when I didn’t have much school work, I’d snuggle with Zach on the couch and watch a show or something, but I’d generally fall asleep. We were in trouble if Zach fell asleep too, because then I wouldn’t make it home until midnight or so.
It’s no wonder my parents didn’t think I lived with them any more!
Now days, I wonder how I had the energy to pull all that off. I mean, homework, driving, cooking, work, school, walking, catching trains, grocery shopping, finding recipes.
Today, Isaac and I went to the store. It was almost 6PM, I’d gotten off work at 4:30PM. Unlike the old days, I don’t have to commute, so why did it take me almost 1.5 hours to get to the store 5 minutes from my house? How do people pull off long commutes? I guess, once upon a time, I did, but I sure don’t want to again.