The Long Way Home

Cuz then you can stop and do stuff along the way!

Absolutely! When I think of the long way home (not literally the long way to my house, just the idea) my brain triggers a montage in my minds eye of holding hands, laughing whilst climbing over gates, and feeding horses sugar cubes from the palm of my hand.

I have absolutely no idea where this notion originates.

I think my subconscious is some kind of old romantic. 

Oh Purple O., you are a romantic!

But in this day and age, it's hardly considered a plus!