I can walk to and from my new job, although it is contrary and a contradiction to my old walks.
Old walk: Pass by dozens of Ethiopian restaurants and wonder how they all stay in business.
New walk: Pass by dozens of bikers and strollers and other people who can say they “live in the city,” but who actually live steps away from a series of trails and paths that connects uptown to the close-in suburbs.
Old walk: Pass by older teenagers and assorted grownups smoking up in the alleys and any number of so-called parks.
New walk: Pass by younger teenagers smoking on an unofficial bike trail they’ve carved out of the woods, no grownups to be found.
Old walk: Always plan a stop for “frites” to dip in Dutch mayo.
New walk: Rarely stop for McDonald’s fries, and only if I am really, really hungry.
Old walk: Buy unremarkable coffee at the indie coffee spot, where something labeled “Intelligentsia” brews.
New walk: Actually, Dunkin Donuts coffee IS pretty good.
Old walk: Dodge taxis and wayward crazy or just plain sad people wearing trash bags filled with belongings tied to their waists.
New walk: Dodge wannabe intense bikers decked out in what racing bikers supposedly wear.
Old walk: Pass multiple strip joints, seeing the girls leaving and going to work, and wondering how they walk through those windowless doors everyday.
New walk: Pass multiple chains selling bagels and and bread and wondering how those workers walk through the plate-glass doors everyday.
Old walk: Never a dull moment.
New walk: Predicable moments.
Old walk: Scary, sometimes.
New walk: Boo! Ha!
I miss my old walks as much as I like my new job, when I finally get to it.
Sometimes, you just have forget that getting there was half the fun.