The mystique of urban living is romantic in its mobility. If you want an ice cream cone, a shirt pressed or a new bauble for a party on Saturday night, everything is within a brisk walk to the destination or at least to the public transport that will take you there. I used to think Michigan, unless you lived on the strip of bacchanalia in Birmingham, Ann Arbor or Royal Oak, was void of these opportunities. Marc and I discovered otherwise.We bought a shopping cart. We will walk 10 minutes to Meijer. (10 minutes! Though I abhor the layout of Meijer. It's far too close to Wal-Mart in layout and florescence and I like my salespeople with teeth. Call me a snob. I know you did.) We will cart home our wares and find great satisfaction in knowing we're on foot together and leaving our polluters at home to wait out the weekend until Monday when we have to climb in, turn the ignition and sit in traffic.
Walking is liberating. It's simple. It's unavoidable for some things (walking to the printer, walking to the bathroom, walking to the fridge). But we've avoided it for so long when it's been right under our, well, feet.
Embracing walking. . .
2 comments:
How much was the shopping cart?
Yes, walking is great. I avoid elevators and escalators whenever possible.
Buitoni is made by Nestle. :)
P.S. I didn't realize you two were hoofing it to the grocery store. That's hard core, and I applaud for wholeheartedly for it.
And now that I just realized that Joanna and I are also really within walking distance of Trader Joe's, there is no excuse on the weekends not to grab the Granny Cart of my mothers that we were contemplating giving away, and just walking over there!!
Thanks for the idea, you retro-trendsetter you.
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