I used to love driving. Back when I first got my licence I would drive everywhere. I had absolutely no problem in hopping in the car and driving home for the weekend. The whole nine hour (or ten or more) round trip.
Well, I have copped on a bit. I take the usually take the train nowadays.
I really like the train. You sit there, people bring you tea, you get to look out the window and watch the world go by, or if you’re like me, you can use the four hours of captivity to get some work done.
I’m never really organised enough to have films or tv programs lined up to watch, so I don’t have anything better to do but work. It’s great.
Plus, in the days of expensive oil, it was much cheaper for me as a student to buy a return ticket, compared to filling up the car tank with petrol at close to €1.40 a litre!
This weekend I’ll be heading home, but I will be taking the car this time. I’m on holidays until February 9th, so I will probably need the car at home, since we live in the back end of nowhere.
But, I guess, driving that journey once or twice can be lived with.
