Local Natives | Breakers

The past two days I’ve had a morning commute of almost two hours. 

This is making me question buying a car, taking this job, and everything else you question when you’re stuck in a small space by yourself. I swear, my incessant thoughts are so chatty they should count as another passenger and let me drive in the carpool lane.

I’m actually nervous about buying a car now. I’m nervous about the days without my colleague to carpool, when I’ll be commuting with my thoughts. When my head has free rein to go off in any and all random directions and I start thinking about things I don’t want, or need, to think about.

But the truth is I do that all the time. No matter where the small space is. But I guess if I’m in my car and my thoughts start going a mile a minute at least now I can go somewhere with them.