It doesn’t matter if I’ve been on the other side of town ALL day.
It doesn’t matter if I’ve just been stuck in a traffic jam while heading home from work.
Nor like today, does it matter if I’ve driven for about 4 hours and just wanna get home.
Because I’ll ALWAYS take the scenic route.
To be fair, if I take the extended freeway length and get off it closer to home, it may or may not be 5 minutes shorter. Certainly, going that way means I don’t have to get off the freeway earlier, and contend with traffic lights and 60-80 km/h traffic through Frankston and Mt Eliza…
But then I wouldn’t see this.
Driving an extra 5 minutes is totally worth it. Every single time I sneak a look at the water when I drive past Frankston Waterfront – every time. I’m not the only one though. You can tell the 60km/h speed limit is as much for the water-gazers all turning around the bend in unison and getting perilously close to one another as they take longer than necessary looks upon the ocean before them, as much as it is because the road curves.
I’ve had both good days and bad days looking out towards that view as I drive home.
And each time, I am brought a renewed sense of Hope, no matter how shitty things may have been that day.
Today’s mood? Reflective. And appreciative, that I was Home. ♥♥♥