When the work day ends, we all have our commute to get home to our family. I always wonder, if I happen to look beyond the car to the person within, what their story is. Why is that person angry? Why is that person driving like a jerk? Why did that person act like he didn’t know he had to turn left? Didn’t she know that was her exit from the freeway? The commute for me is usually the same every day, but oddly I rarely feel as if I see the same people every day.
My commute home starts with backing out of the parking lot at work. I am so serious!
I smile when I see the seat cover on my passenger seat, though.
My father-in-law said that our house looks like a baby lives there now, and he’s right, it does. I’m not a huge fan of primary colored toys, but there are some points to having a child that is just cool. Cars is cool.
The FedEx plane loads its time sensitive cargo…
Then I pass this restaurant that always has amazing smells … pasta, steak… emanating from it and what I smell from there will sometimes influence my decision of what I have for dinner.
Then I wait in this line…
To get the honor of waiting in some more traffic…
Then traffic usually lightens a little bit…
From this point I’m about 8 to 10 minutes from my home and I usually sigh a little in relief. The freeway part of it is over now.
Almost there…
Usually a combination of two, or sometimes three, of the people I love most in the world are waiting for me when I get home… the day I took this picture it was my mom and my son. Other times it’s my husband and my son. Sometimes it’s all three.
…and sometimes, which is why I never slam the garage door when I come in the house, this is what greets me:
Jammie J's Quest 