Monday, July 25, 2005


In Praise of Long Commutes

Since I took this job a few years after we bought our house, we had to make a decision whether to move or to stay. The commute is 35-40 minutes without traffic (i.e. on the way in), and close to an hour with traffic (i.e. on the way home).

At the time, we decided to stay put for a little while, and see how it goes. Now, when The Wife and I engage in one of our periodic episodes of house lust (“did you see the big deck on that one?”), the houses we have in mind are close to our current neighborhood. While they might be bigger, newer, or on quieter streets, they’d carry the same length of commute as I have now. (Since she stays home with the kids, there’s no counterbalancing commute on her side.)

Years ago, I wouldn’t have guessed this. One of the (only) joys of graduate school was living within walking distance of campus, so on days when I taught, I could roll out of bed, make myself presentable, walk to class, teach, walk home, and have lunch. It was eco-friendly, easy, and good exercise. I may have been poor, but dammit, I was virtuous.
Bin Laden didn’t make any money off me!

Now, I’m an ecological nightmare: a single-driver commuter over a significant distance. Gravity’s pull on me is stronger than it once was, and I spend a disturbing amount of time listening to satellite radio.

Yet, when scoping out new places to live, I don’t shorten the drive. Why?

Part of it is the ‘decompression’ function of the drive. At work, I’m at work. At home, with two young kids and a wife in desperate need of relief from two young kids, I’m at a different kind of work. In the car, I’m just cruising along, listening to the weird music I like and not thinking very hard.

But there’s more to it than that.

Lots of people at my college live fairly far from work, driven mostly by the mismatch between a public sector pay scale and Northeastern housing costs. But most of them live far away in a different direction than I do. (I have no idea why.) So when I’m puttering around town, it’s very unusual that I see anybody I work with. And I’ve come to the realization that I kind of like that.

In fact, the few times that I have run into someone at the grocery store or while walking downtown, it felt like an invasion. WorkWorld isn’t supposed to invade HomeWorld.

Usually, when I’m puttering around town in the warm weather months, I’m dressed like a grad student, with young children in tow. I’m not looking very deanly. My guard is down, and my neighbors just treat me as the nice guy next door. I don’t have to wear my game face. I’m just a suburban dad. (That’s the reason for the web address of this blog. It was originally entitled “confessions of a suburban dad,” until I realized that that sounded like it would be about seducing the babysitter or some such.)

In the 90’s, I took a number of seminars in feminist theory. One of the ‘tropes’ (ah, memories…) of the time was breaking down the public/private distinction. I didn’t really appreciate it at the time, but I’ve come to treasure my own public/private distinction. I don’t want to have to be The Dean at the A&P. Too much work. I’m willing to be all kinds of professional at work, but at home, I’m too busy being a Dad to have to worry about that, too. The long commute affords the luxury of a kind of anonymity.

The next car will be a Prius (with satellite radio). My concession to ecology.

I hear you; one of the things I really dislike about Small Town is that I run into my students *everywhere*, and it freaks me out.
I purposely chose not to live near the campus and chose an oddball location that is hard to find (more details might betray my location); I also commented to people that there was a reason I had a two-car garage as a single person. :-) It has been well worth the ten-minute drive to work. At times, however, I miss a longer car commute to get my mind in order for the day or unwind on the way home. I would think as a dean it would be even more important to have a break from your 'game face'.
I have to say that I love my short commute but hate having to look gorgeous all the time lest I run into students everywhere I go.
Oh, yes, running into students off campus is no fun. Also, I will never, ever work out in the on-campus gym, no matter how free it is, because there is no need for students to see me, all sweaty and red-faced, puffing away on the elliptical.
Fascinating. I once read that (primarily) mothers like their long commutes, since it's literally the only time that they don't have to deal with demanding work or the demanding family. So it's true for fathers too.

I can understand it, but the environmental impact that you discuss does make me very sad. By the way, on the highway, a Prius doesn't help you very much. It's benefit is mostly in stop and go traffic. It would seem that a train commute is the best way to go, since you get to do things (you can read fiction if you want!) but you're still traveling.

Perhaps if you bought a closer house, you could dedicate the time you once used for traveling to a walk around a park or a nice bike ride. If your wife doesn't begrudge you the time, then you should easily be able to devote it to something else.
Laughing. I came over from ABDmom -- we're also in the Northeast, and my husband has a similar (slightly shorter) commute to his Institution o' Higher Learning. (Ianqui, we're on a commuter rail line, but the trains are extremely inconvenient to use if you're not traveling at peak commute times. When peak oil forces us to do it, he'll buy a train pass, I'm sure. But we'll see a lot less of him.)

The one major negative to being able to preserve the public/private divide? Being too far from his university to entice willing babysitters from his classes out to us!
The point about babysitters is too true! I'm a faculty brat myself, and I remember my Dad's students babysitting me and my brother back in the day. I don't have that option.
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