I am a mountain man. Okay, I am not. But I do live in the mountains. It’s like an hour to an hour and a half of driving form my home to my workplace. It is quite a hassle especially when I am running late or if it’s raining really hard.

My daily drive to work is not uneventful, I’ll tell you that. At times, a deer would jump in front of my car and I would swerve all over the road just to avoid it. I would also spot a few wolves and foxes hunting their prey. Sometimes, I would see an antique sewing machine cabinets sign nailed on a really creepy house. No wonder it took ages for those cabinets to be sold. No one would dare enter that house.

Driving on a steady pace for an hour is relaxing for me. It just takes my mind off things. Just concentrating on the road and getting to my destination is like euphoric for me. Though, it is never fun to have a flat tire or engine trouble. And it has happened to me twice or thrice. The first time, I had to wait for two hours just for another car to drop by.