There was a time when my perspective of decadence may have included:
shopping
photo not mine
sunny days spent at the pool
chil'axing
a deep tissue massage at an urban spa
ah.... photo not mine
a lovely bottle of wine
sip sip gulp
A good restaurant meal.
nom nom nom
But things have changed.
Now, it’s all about a taxi cab ride home.
photo not mine
I love to walk. I have been known to walk everywhere. Aimlessly around cities. In nature on a hike. Home from work or school. I have gone on holidays for the sole sake of it.
The trail along the Singalila Ridge, holiday 2009
But now I mostly don’t have a choice but to walk, I have discovered the luxury of being dropped off at your front door. It’s only an 8 minute walk from the closest tube station, so it seems completely manageable to take public transport through any weather, bad footwear decision or sleep deprived state, but yet I am still tempted over and over again.
I can’t believe that this has come to be my dirty little vice. Perhaps I shouldn’t tell this to people, it makes me feel deathly boring.
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