I miss cycling.
I’m sitting here in the library attempting to finish an essay. I’m insanely distracted, but surprisingly not as much as the past few days as I’m actually getting this shit done. All I can think about right now is cycling. I think that’s what I miss about home. Not really the people (as I talk to them all the time - essentially I haven’t left in that aspect), nor the routine. I miss being able to hop onto my bike, hit up the waterfront and just cycle all the way to Humberside and back. Yeah, that’s quite a trek, but i love it. I miss the feeling of being free. My bike was and will always be my escape. Yes, this exchange has been an escape in itself but cycling is different. It allows me to let go the stress of the moment.
I miss watching the ferry depart from the dock to the Island Airport. I miss taking the mid-route break by Sunnyside beach. And finally, I miss being able to see this:
Always amazes me when I realize how far I can go just with a bike. This will definitely be one of the first things I do when I come back home.
"Respect all women, even those who do not respect themselves"
Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.
I swear I can look at old photographs forever.