The whole concept of different locations is of course a mere fabrication of my unconscious mind. I exist in some form, but possibly not in familiar form. Places themselves, let alone travel between, may not be required in order to host my existence.
I assume that work, like other activities in my imagined life, fulfils some purpose that I can only guess at. It may be that grind, repetition and boredom experienced routinely over a period of time builds an ability to withstand, hold firm and persevere. A preparation for something beyond this consciousness? An ironic reflection of my true isolation and pointlessness? Given the enjoyment that other people appear to derive from their professions, perhaps even a gesture of defiance and refusal to make things easy for myself?
It follows that the journey to work is likely some kind of ground-laying exercise for the goals my unconscious has set. A flicking of a switch to allow some kind of learning, development or even degradation to resume. Obstacles which must be overcome on the way to work allow me to reach a state in which this unknowable transformation can take place.
The journey has become longer, more arduous of late. This could signify a new stage in my growth. A new 'location' might correspond to a new or altered goal. Or it could simply be a jolt to keep my experiences fresh and my ability to osmose keen.
(Roughly translated: Awful drive to work today.)