Good news!
I got my juicy cheeks up and moving again.
Yesterday was a proper walk/run through Bishopthorpe.
7 solid miles—me vs the sidewalks.
1 for each sin.
And let me just say:
Mom, Dad, I wish you could see some of these streets
- Montague
- Maple Ave
- Beech Ave
- Myrtle Ave
All absolutely gorgeous. Like something out of a dream you can’t quite remember, but you know you were safe in it.
I took my time.
Felt the air.
Let the soles of my feet leave little invisible flags like:
“I was here. I made it. This one’s done.”
But that was yesterday.
Not emotionally. Logistically.
Today... well, I got stuck.
The “I’m-ready-to-go-but-the-world-wants-an-SMS-code” kind of stuck.
See, every time I try to make a move, I need a confirmation code which is texted to my dad as his Card is my only life line at the moment.
Every transaction.
Every tiny flex of freedom.
And yeah, the man with the code works full-time behind the wheel.
CDL and all.
So he can’t exactly drop everything to shoot me an eight-digit blessing.
And yet—today changed something.
Then I remembered something my parents used to say to me
“Where does he come up with this shit?”
“He pulls it. Right out of his ass.”
As if they always knew where I kept my faithful mustard seed.
And if I had 1 pound... 1 pound for every time they had that conversation?
- I’d have enough to cover the 6-month bus pass.
- rent for the year.
- and probably my mortgage too
Of course, after ending world hunger...
I downloaded the First Bus app.
Made an account.
Tested the waters.
And surprise:
No code required.
No gatekeeping.
Just… green light.
So now, I’ve got a 7-day pass.
Wheels instead of heels.
That means it’s time to expand the radius.
Step off the familiar trail.
Start exploring those smaller villages that keep whispering from the edge?
Up first: Selby.
Surely it won't have streets nearly as lovely as Bishopthorpe's:
- Montague
- Maple
- Beech
- Myrtle
But hey, I’ve been wrong before.
And that's the point, isn't it?
Find out you're wrong about what you previously thought.
Compare. Contrast. Discover.
Maybe I’ll even make a Venn diagram,
streets that welcome you vs. streets that warn you.
Streets that feel like past lives vs. streets that feel like test levels.
If you're strolling in from afar,
and you'd like a closer look at any other spots,
send a smoke signal.
Yours,
Fun Fact: Tail docking was first recommended in Australia in a publication in 1943 for sheep to avoid the accumulation of feces in the wool around the tail. (Yes, I know what you're thinking, bro was scared of shit)
But we mustn't avoid the obvious question, has your tail been docked, or is it tucked between your legs?