Over the hills and far away...

There's something that's been majorly bothering me this week.
And no, not in my usual cynical way. Actually bothering me.

I live further away from the city than my friends do. As a result of this, it is understandable that I would often meet my friends in towns or the city closer than my house is. But what happens when I get sick of having to take two buses to get to my friends' houses? I've stopped driving thanks to this wonderful law that prohibits learner drivers from driving without a fully licensed driver, which means that my means of transport has been downgraded to the delight that is Dublin Bus.

Let me just say this: I have lived in my current home for ten years. I am used to travelling to places. But I'm also damn sick of it. I'm tired of people making excuses and me having to travel out to their houses. I'm sick of having to leave parties and places early just so I can get back home. I'm sick of going out so far away from my home and having to trek back while my friends can walk back to their houses.

I'm putting my foot down. I am done travelling. I am done going to people's houses.
From now on, I am only visiting people for every visit they give me.
You want me to come to your house? Great. Make the fucking effort to travel out to me and then I'll extend the same courtesy.

Yes, you might find it a pain to get out here, but just think of all the times you've gotten me to travel out to you.

Not fair, is it?