But What If You Don’t Have A Yellow Brick Road?
Every morning when I walk to the bus station I take my morning route. Every evening when I come back I take a different route, my evening route. Both times I’m convinced that the route I’m taking is the shortest way to get to my destination.
Which, I admit and am prefectly clear on, makes absolutely no sense, especially since the bus stops are practically facing each other.
I talked to my husband about it and he sees it the same way. When coming from the bus station he thinks my evening route is shorter, when walking to the bus station he would think my morning route is shorter.
Again: makes no sense. At all.
So I wanted some clarification and in my hour of most desperate need turned to the blurry images Google Earth provides for my city and measured all the different ways to get from three different bus stations and the train station trying out all the routes that made sense just to find that they are pretty much all the freaking same. There might be slight differences, but I had hoped to come up with a route that was significantly shorter, but nada. Nothing.
Which can only lead me to one reasonable explanation.: Our apartment is placed exactly on the center of the world. I always knew I lived in a special place.