Not so very long ago I posted a quote from the book I am currently rereading.
An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time
From Diana Gabaldon’s book DRUMS OF AUTUMN.
While I don’t get to talk to many Englishmen to say I know how they really feel on the subject, I can say that it holds true for me as an American. I am not speaking for all Americans, that is the trouble with generalizations like this: somewhere there’s a handful that are the exception 🙂
Anyway, back to my musings. I was a child of divorce. During elementary my Father (who had custody of me) moved 4 hours away from my Mother. So for the lengthy school vacations when I would have visitation with my Mom, I had to endure a 4 hour car ride on the way there, and again on the way back. This, along with the fact my Dad had been a truck driver for sometime, I think has led me to a rather skewed perception on distance. Oh it’ll take 2 hours just to get to that mall that has the store I want to go to? NO PROBLEM! A 45 minute drive one-way to work? Easy! Also, my obviously inherited navigational skills and those long car trips have really helped me when I became a driver myself. Even when lost, I can keep relatively calm because I know that you can never be truly lost. Somehow you can make enough turns to get back to a place/road you recognize and continue on with your travels. Hey, sometimes taking a wrong turn can lead to a great adventure. Who knew this wonderful little ice cream shop was over here?