A few people have asked me what I’m doing with my car when I move in January, and my trip this weekend just reaffirms that I need to do whatever it takes to get rid of it. Traffic is so bad that even when there’s no “big event” going on, many of the major streets have traffic cops helping direct traffic between the hours of what seem to be 8am-8pm.

In Ohio, you would think that all of these traffic umps tooting their whistles would suggest a concert or sporting event is happening. In NYC, it just means that people are trying to go to work. Luckily they have a great public transportation system that can get you anywhere in Manhattan (and the surrounding burroughs) – it just takes a matter of time.

The weird thing has been that 30 minutes on the subway seems like nothing, but driving 30 minutes in Cincinnati feels so far. I guess the aspect of being able to read, or text, or sleep is better when you’re not annoyed with having to pay attention to driving too.