We've had some work going on recently in our neighborhood. The basics: we got a new metro stop in the spring and now the city is extending a road to go the new metro stop.

One would think this new road would be a quick project but its proved to be anything but.

This has been annoying. It's cut off the short-cut between my apartment and school. Ug. That is until I became slightly more Bulgarian and started cutting through the construction zone like everyone else in my neighborhood.
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My favorite part of this whole thing? One morning this week when these pieces for the new curbs were turned over making it much much easier for me to cross in a skirt and my new fall boots.

I'm not going to lie though. The rule following, safety loving part of me cringes every time I cut through the construction--even at 7:15am when no one is working or at 5:30pm when the work is clearly finishing up for the day.

A. tells me that they are supposed to be finished with this project by the end of the month. While I love fall, I don't think I really mean this, October can't come soon enough if you ask me. I am ready for the road to be completed.