When Daddio and I agreed to procreate, I knew at some point we would have to drive our offspring around town to various attractions and activities. But, that was when we lived in Brooklyn, NY. The subway was our primary mode of transportation. When we envisioned uprooting and moving out of our NYC borough, we assumed our furthest destination would be across bridges and tunnels to settle somewhere in the Garden State, the Constitution State or in Westchester County.
Back then, we hadn't a clue that we would ever relocate across the country in one of the most public-transportion-challenged cities of our country - Los Angeles. Now that the inconceivable has become our reality, I realize that Los Angeles is a car-lovers dream, but a small-town girl's traffic nightmare.
To avoid encounters with traffic jams and other Los Angeles realities, I've limited our lifestyle the last two and a half years to a ten-mile radius. Only when we purchase Wiggles tickets or visit a museum, do we have to leave our bubble. And those excursions are special and rare occasions.
My bubble forcibly burst when the kids started school and made friends. A child making friends is a parent's dream, but the convenience of these friends is equally important. It's hard to encourage a friendship when you have to drive 30 miles for a play-date. Apparently, this is normal out here.
Today, I drove 63 miles round-trip for a birthday party. It was a typical party. The kids played, they ate pizza and they sang Happy Birthday to their friend. Will anyone besides the birthday boy remember this party in two weeks or three years from now? Was it worth the 63-miles? Ask Teacup because my view is tainted.
If only I could encourage my children to choose friends based on their proximity to our residence....
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