I moved to a new house last summer in a new town – about half an hour from my beloved dream home in the Catskills. (It got too steep for us.)
We’re in a small charming village and it feels right. There are fun town events, a music venue, a few decent restaurants, and a community garden.
I missed my walks for the first year – in the woods, on the streets, up the hills. Somehow I just wasn’t keeping up with walking.
About 2 months ago a new person moved in across the street from me.
She grew up in the house and had been away for work, raising a daughter, and for the past year she was in the Peace Corps. Recently she had been renting the house out as an Airbnb, but now she has come home to settle in.
She is funny and lively and she likes the Fall and she likes to keep busy.
She sees the world much like I do … and she likes to walk!
It’s lovely to have a friend to walk with. I’m walking much more than I used to. Long walks up a nearby hill and walks through the village. Walks early in the morning and walks in the dark.
I’m deeply grateful for this turn of events.
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