I Miss Driving

When I lived in Baltimore, I spent half an hour driving each way to work. It was really a good time for me to get my thoughts processed and many times, that would be my crying time, since there was no one else around.

Riding the bus just isn't the same. I do get to process my thoughts, but I'm just not that comfortable crying amidst numerous random strangers (and occasionally someone I know).

I miss driving.