Right now I am sitting at a picnic table, tapping into the wifi at the Garrison Art Center, for a brief pause in my day. I am waiting for the train home; here in 25-minutes. I just dropped off my 7-year-old at camp. This is our second summer without a car. No car means almost no choice. It’s the best thing ever. We had three camps within walking, biking, or train riding distance. We chose two. For those of you marinating in an abundance of summer activities, you don’t know what you are missing. No choice means no fretting and no regretting. I also have no choice but to sit here and wait for my train. But, of course, by getting rid of the car we made the choice… to not have a choice.
The best part of this beautiful day, as I ponder my lack of choices before I head to work, is the realization that our 10 three-minute commutes this week cost us exactly $0. And, you know, I’m all about the zeroes.