

Sounds reasonable to mix up dirt roads at a campsite. Idk why the other commenter had to be so uptight. I get the mixup in the lot if it’s all paved and smooth, especially if say you make a left into the lot and the rail has a pedestrian crossing first. Shouldn’t happen, but there’s significant overlap in appearance of the ground. The average driver is amazingly inept, inattentive, and remorseless.
I’d be amused if your lot is the one I know of where the train pulls out of the station, makes a stop for the crosswalk, then proceeds to just one other station.
But the part of rail that’s not paved between? That should always be identifiable as a train track. I can’t understand when people just send it down the tracks. And yet, it still happens. Even at the station mentioned above where they pulled onto the 100mph section. Unreal.
I hate being at my inlaws’ for an extended period of time (hours). My spouse hates being at my parents’ in the same time period. You can both have totally normal, comfortable nights at your own parents’ place but find the experience entirely foreign and unsettling at the others’. The type of soap, the number of towels, the default amount of noise, the temperature, the forced formal interactions, the TV shows, the time of dinner, the existence of any activity other than your usual quiet night in, everything. Not wanting to be a disturbance in someone else’s place. Being under a foreign set of rules. Just everything.
Do you feel normal sleeping over an aunt/uncle’s place? A friend’s parents’ place? A hotel? A hostel?
I lived WITH my inlaws for a year. Still can’t stand it. Grateful for the financial relief at the time, but still uncomfortable enough to keep me driven to in debt myself with my own place ASAP.