If I ever do get a traffic ticket, I know the talented team at Ticket Snipers will help me beat it.
I packed up everything I could fit into my 2006 Kia Rio and headed south to San Diego, California. I stuffed some hopes and dreams somewhere between my dufflebag and the grey plastic tote that housed my non-perishable food. Two weeks have passed since then (a “fortnight” for you vocab nerds), and I’ve noticed a few differences between big-city and small-town life.
First off - and I have to get this off my chest - I miss being able to leave my house, go to the health food store, buy a snack, and be back home in 11 minutes flat. Granted, I lived a few blocks from the store, but now it takes me 11 minutes just to find parking. So that’s an adjustment. I’ll survive.
Also, this is a given, but rush hour is real. I’m fortunate enough to avoid most of the frenzy, but my commute can still vary from 13 to 25 minutes - and I’m getting off easy. Others suffer far crueler fates. Podcasts and audiobooks have earned a larger space in my heart recently.
According to some reports, California roads are becoming more dangerous. After seeing some of my fellow travelers weaving through lanes of traffic at breakneck speeds, I can see why. I know it’s common for a lot of people, but isn’t better to arrive at your destination alive than to find yourself carried away on a stretcher? But I digress. People definitely drive faster down here. Perhaps automated speed enforcement would make a difference. Or perhaps we would just have a more upset and ticketed population of drivers. Only time will tell.
So far, I’ve avoided getting into an accident, so my insurance premiums are steady as a rock. I recently found out that California and Oklahoma are the only states unaffected by Not-At-Fault accidents? I’ve definitely passed by more accidents here in San Diego than in the small town of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho.
All in all, the driving here isn’t ideal, but that’s a small price to pay to live in paradise. I’ll take a 30 minute commute and a perpetual 76 degrees over a 10 minute commute in 28 degrees and three feet of snow. I’m stoked to be here and I can’t wait to soak up all that San Diego has to offer.
(Plus, if I ever do find myself with a traffic ticket, I know the talented guys and gals at Ticket Snipers will be able to help me beat it.)