Today I rode home on a bus I mostly never take. I prefer the bus to the subway when I have enough time to spare, as I like to be above ground so I can see where I’m going. That’s especially true when I’m going somewhere I haven’t been before … or, as in the case this afternoon, going home via a new route.
The last leg of the trip was about 20 blocks down an avenue I usually avoid. I’ve seen about 6 or 8 of those blocks and figured that was what there was to see and I’ve been happier on a more scenic parallel avenue when I’ve had to walk that way. Well, today, I saw that the 6 or 8 blocks I know are — of course — just a part, and that there is a whole other world just beyond them.
I’ve lived in my neighborhood for 5 years. As happy as I am to live here (and I really do love it here), I don’t spend much time here. Most of my time is lived in the neighborhood in which I work.
Today’s discovery drove home the point that I haven’t been living here, I’ve been sleeping and eating here. Time to change that, to start making time to wander around and explore and see what other “secret” fabulousness there is for me to stumble upon practically on my doorstep.
Have you made any discoveries right outside your front door lately? You can tell me about them in the comments!
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