i thought i’d miss the buzz. the late-night options. the anonymity.
but mostly i remembered things. the way silence outside isn’t empty. birds, wind, a door creaking two streets away.
walking with no destination started to feel less structured, and more like walking. if that makes sense, in some wierd way.
the city taught me how to move fast. how to scan a crowd. how to keep headphones in even when nothing’s playing.
leaving it taught me how to stand still. how to hear things i didn’t know i’d been muting.
some things that came without trying:
- i started composting.
- i hang clothes outside now.
sometimes i miss the ease of everything at my fingertips. but i wouldn’t trade it back. the pace is more pleasent here.
next post? how all of this, somehow, made me healthier than i’ve ever been, without trying to be.