My daily commute is about 30 slow, zombie shuffles between my bedroom and my home office. While I’m grateful to say I have the option to work wherever and whenever I want, I sometimes love-hate my arrangement. Because working from home has a way of slowly sucking away your sanity.
I’m a vagabonding writer who’s worked out of different homes from around the world since 2015. Earlier this year I’d started to settle for a bit in Los Angeles, where it’s not uncommon to commute for several hours each day due to crazy traffic, and decided that I needed to work from outside the home. I traded my “free” home office space and two-minute commute for a 40-minute commute to a proper office that I paid $500 per month for.