I’ve lived in Anglesey in Wales for almost four years now. It isn’t a big island and the first thing I noticed was how easy it was to travel around. The concept of leaving home and driving to a destination is a simple one. Yet for so many it isn’t. Now I calculate my journey by when I want to be there and if it’s twenty minutes away, I set off to arrive in twenty minutes, and there is rarely an issue.
When I lived in Manchester and my journey was twenty minutes, I would have to add at least an hour for travel time. City driving is worse than ever and in the three and half years I’ve been away, it’s got worse. I find it a nightmare when I need to travel back there and my stress levels increase rapidly.
When I was in my late teens, we lived a fifteen minute drive from the town centre where I worked. I would walk to the bus stop, catch the bus and it would travel through reletively car free roads. It stopped at other stops and arrived at its destination on time. That same journey now takes over an an hour due to nose to tail traffic all the way. Not to mention buses are always late.
Rush hour is a thing of the past for me now. It’s not something I think about anymore. I know I am luckily.
I hated it, wanted out, and did something about it. So I felt such empathy with this blog post by author Julia Blake. It’s not always the toll of travelling, it’s the stress and ultimatly the arguments with other people that all add to the problem. What do you think?