Remember the rat race? For a few years, my life consisted of waking up in the morning, meeting my husband at a coffee shop for a latte and muffin, then driving for an hour in challenging, frustrating Bay Area traffic, hoping that this would not be the day my car was totaled by some jerk juggling a coffee mug, cell phone, and electric razor while driving an enormous SUV or shiny pickup truck. Today, I work from home.
[Escaping the Rat Race was originally posted to my blog at ustravel.today.com. Read the full article there!]
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