It has been a while since I wrote one of these, and it has also been a while since I walked back to campus from downtown. I had forgotten how much I enjoy both of these things, how they both remind me to breathe, a little break from the usual productivity of my day. Productive, but in a different way.
It rained consistently for most hours of the morning, but I had a long enough gap between my classes, so I hopped on the bus and got off in the center of town. After a few hours of schoolwork at a café, I debated whether I should do the same on the way back, or take advantage of the lack of rain and walk to my class.
When I walked outside and felt the breeze, I checked the bus times, still indecisive - but I quickly got used to the temperature, warm for a rainy day, so I passed the bus stop and kept walking.
This was a simple decision I didn't regret. Halfway through, walking far enough from any other people to hum along to Norah Jones, I thought back to last spring, when I would do this every week. Sometimes I'd call a friend or my sister, but other times, it was just me and my music. More often than not, this was an escape from the stress I was feeling. It is strange to feel nostalgia for a time that I wouldn't choose to go back to, but I'll note it, a year later, remembering to still incorporate these calming things into my day-to-day - even if I don't need the stress relief quite as much.
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