Pouring down rain today. windshield wipers barely kept up with it as I drove into work. And I'm grinning ear-to-ear.
Why, you ask?
Because after eleven years of living in West Virginia and commuting into DC, with an average trip time of an hour and a half EACH WAY (on a good day) in the thirsty SUV that I had to have in order to make the trip come winter, my commute now takes about eight minutes. And this job comes with a car now, so it's not even my gas any more.
Tons of great restaurants within walking distance, and a house down the street has just been rented out by half a dozen young ladies who dance in the French Quarter at night and pretty much just sunbathe on lawn chairs on the porch all day when not doing that. They're a bit young and wild for my tastes these days but I can't deny that the views are spectacular.
Yeah, this was a good move indeed.