Over the last month, I spent many days traveling outside of D.C.– away from Felkerino, the office, and the daily bike commute.
I suppose a change of scenery is a good thing. It’s always interesting to have a brief window into life outside the city.
Generally, though, my time away made me homesick. I longed for the freedom of bicycling or running around under my own power.
I missed my daily conversations with the Potomac River. We don’t generally talk at length, but I always like checking in.
The gardens along the Mall kept growing without me, and I couldn’t keep track of which flowers had been recently planted.
Sometimes I think we’re conditioned to despise routine. “Get out of your rut!” people say.
But routine does not always translate to rut.
The longer I live in D.C., the more I appreciate its simple pleasures–
an unobstructed view of the water,
the wildflowers some call weeds,
tranquil early mornings by the monuments,
the sweaty warmth of work commutes before midday’s “heat emergency” temperatures.
I know these pleasures because I live an immersive existence in the city– on my bike, on my two feet.
Nothing separates me from my surroundings. Little changes are noticed.
Pavement does not limit my path, and routine does not become rut.
I’m free in the city, exploring the ever-changing everyday.
A BikeDC homebody. It’s so nice to be back.