I'm Twenty-Two and Walking

It's obvious from my last post that since I was packing up to leave that I would eventually need to unpack at my new destination. Of course, I skipped that. That fluff just takes up unnecessary space. You're welcome. So here I am:

I'm Twenty-Two and Walking.

Walking is a past-time for the inhabitants of Philly. You mention the word cars or parking and their blood pressure geysers exponentially. That was my first lesson when I rolled up here in my one-of-a-kind, too cool for school  white 1999 Dodge Grand Caravan, and I can't forget to mention that I'm missing a hubcap. My cool points add up quicker than Gryffindor's at the end The Sorcerer's Stone. As cool as that hot rod is, looks like he'll have to hang up his V4 engine for retirement. Why would I retire such an incredible lady magnet that's equal parts sexy beast? I'm walking. That's why.

I'm never one to turn my nose up to exercise. Having exercise as my primary form of transportation is what caught me looking like a deer in the headlights. I completely understood as I emerged, from the bumper-to-bumper hell of I-95, into another world on the streets of Philadelphia. EVERYONE WALKS EVERYWHERE! Even in the middle of the street...when my car is headed full speed across an intersection.

During my most recent 48 hour excursions of walking in the city I've come to cherish a natural ability that I typically take for granted. Whilst, yep I said whilst. It's fun to say. Even more fun to read the word whilst. Whilst gleefully marching towards my job at the Starbucks downtown, I pass by so much history. When I walk back the history hasn't left me. I could go on and on about what I see, but I haven't seen enough yet! I guess I'll just keep walking. 

This walking instills in me an entitlement to my own feet. Before, I was entitled to my car. I could go anywhere that I wanted or needed to. That was my safe haven from the annoyances and tribulations of the world. Now, I have these reborn fascination with my feet. No, not a fetish. Get your mind out of the gutter. I have a fascination with everything that they're capable of. They can walk miles. They can walk in rain, snow, and fire. Even better. They can walk.

I get to where I'm going. I plan where I want to go based on my feet's capabilities. I feel as if I haven't tendered to their wants and needs these past few years in college. They deserve some much needed TLC. I think I might take a walk to ponder how I could care for them a little better. Soon enough, they'll have proper protection (shoes) from Mother Nature's harsh seasons.

“But the beauty is in the walking -- we are betrayed by destinations.” 
― Gwyn Thomas

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I'm Twenty-Two and Walking.

Peace and Blessins,

Rev Out