When I bought my car, I lived only a few miles away from my place of employment.
My commute was 4.5 miles, so I drove less than 10 miles a day. Since taking a job downtown, I now drive 50 miles a day.
And don’t get me started on the fact that my boyfriend lives 30 miles away.
To put it into mathematical perspective, I went from having a 2080-mile per year commute to work to a 13,000-mile per year commute.
I use to fill my tank once every three weeks. Now I fill my tank one every six days.
And while this has definitely resulted in a hit to my wallet, it has also resulted in a hit to my organization.
Spending more time driving results in spending more time in my car. Spending more time in my car has resulted in bringing more stuff in my car. Gym bags, snacks, coffee cups and water bottles. At some point in the past few months, all of those things and more have littered the floor of my car.
My trunk still has a box of dishes my friend gave me when she got married. I have a spring jacket in there, my tennis bag, probably a wayward gas or grocery receipt.
Honestly, if you looked in my car, you wouldn’t see much by way of clutter or mess. I’m not that messy, really. Some 20-somethings (and older) use their cars as a moving office. I just grew up being taught that a car is not for storage. In fact, I wasn’t even allowed to eat in the car. And now? Sheesh.
I call this syndrome Commuter Car.
So what’s the cure? Spring cleaning? A full wash and detail?
Well, until I find out, I better make room in the driver’s seat. I have a 25-mile drive to work in the morning.