4:30pm - I leave work and stop at the grocery store on my way home: It's taco night and I need to pick up some meat. I think about the leftover chicken breast in the fridge and decide that I will use that for myself, so I buy enchilada sauce as well.
I leave the grocery store and am on my way home when I realize I forgot to buy refried beans. Am senile.
No problem, I'll just take a different route to stop at yet ANOTHER store.
5:10pm - This particular route happens to take me by the commuter rail station I used to frequent daily in order to make that hellish and guilt-riddled commute into Boston for all of 2008 and a majority of 2009. *full body shiver*
I realize that the 4:05pm train out of Boston has just arrived, dropping off its weary commuters at the end of a long day.
When I rode that particular train, I had to leave work at 3:45ish in order to make it. The majority of days, though, I was on the 4:55 train out of Boston. Which meant I didn't arrive home until 6:30pm. EVERY NIGHT.
Now I am free to leave work at 4:30. Drive the long way home, make 2 stops at the grocery store, and still arrive home A FULL HOUR BEFORE I did when I worked in Boston! Wow.
And the kicker?
Hubby had already eaten the leftover chicken breast for lunch. I didn't even need to make that second stop for refried beans, since there was NO CHICKEN left to smother them on. Bygones. (I ended up not eating at all and riding the bike while watching The Proposal. Win-win!)
Regardless, my drive home yesterday was a good reminder. A reminder that I am now where I am supposed to be. And that my life has, indeed, changed so much for the better since I stopped working in Boston.