Ventura (60 miles NW) is podunk compared to LA and driving here is, well...........(yawn) kind of sleepy. I am completely accustom to it though, it's been a long time.
On those days when we decide to venture east to LA, whether to sight see or visit one of my siblings, it's a chance to enjoy the ride.....and I do. Something happens when I get about half way there. I sit a little snugger in my seat, I make sure my mirrors are quite well adjusted, we often have the music on and I morph back into the person I was meant to be. It's like putting on a favorite old pair of jeans and a lovely soft flannel shirt. It just fits.
I become more aware, more aggressive (which required to get anywhere) and feel like I belong. Traffic doesn't bother me in the least, unless I am late to the airport, and rude drivers are expected, no surprises there.
I love to drive but I really love to drive back home.
Even after all these years, and even though I would never move back, I am still an LA kind of girl.
Where is your "home"?