Walk back from the dr's

Decided to walk home from the dr's appointment today instead of getting the bus back, I was gonna walk there in the first place but I was running a bit late for that option. Bit silly considering I had the whole day off and it's a half-hour walk to an afternoon appointment, but somehow I managed to end up running late.

There's an obvious "main" road I could have used but instead I chose the road beside it that's straighter as the crow flies, but actually goes up & down a lot so is harder to walk overall. The hilly road has 2 lanes for traffic but the main one has 2 one way and 2 the other, with a central divider thing inbetween. It just feels less human, which is odd since all (or most) of the traffic is human and it's built that way by humans for human convenience.

Anyway I like walking along this hilly road, with the opposite sides of the street so close together. Sometimes I'll just leave the house & walk down it then walk back, a nice wee hour of walking past folk & their gardens. A lot of community, if you can measure community-ness. I grew up quite close to where the dr's is but I never really felt any connection to the local community.

It's not that I found it embarrassing or anything, but I just never saw myself getting involved. Like it's a TV show I grew up watching through a screen, I know all the places and people and plotlines but I always felt separate from it all. Still do.

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