Driving panic
My boyfriend believes that living 25 minutes away from where I work is good for me. The drive should relax me, he says.
He lies.
Yesterday, some interconnector thing failed and plunged most of the state into darkness. Well, it was a 7 am, so not really darkness, but still, the power went. And with that, so did all the traffic lights. Now, driving 25 minutes up a main road with no traffic lights, no cops directing traffic, and trucks beeping at you and flashing their lights when you have only been driving for 2 months is hell. And just when you think it couldn't get worse, you have to make a right turn and then (after you've sat at the intersection and gotten some courage to brave that turn) go onto a really busy roundabout. With buses, trucks, and impatient drivers coming at you from all sides. AUGHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Panic attack central.
Somehow, I managed to get safely to my carpark without passing out from hyperventilating.
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