If there’s one thing I could wish for my inevitable old age, it’s that we never stop walking.
A family friend in Kharkov has parents who are now in their mid ’90s, and they leave the house at 8am every single day to walk around a local park until 11am. I want to be just like them one day.
It’s some weird form of necessity in life–the freedom to take long, pointless, casual walks with Joe.
We walk everywhere. Even when it’s stupid to do so. Like both times we decided to make 10-mile treks to the National Harbor.
(yup, that’s a deer that somehow got onto the pedestrian overpass over Woodrow Wilson Bridge. He loves wandering around too, apparently.)
Sometimes it’s nice to accent a long walk with a sandwich. These ones are from Firehook.
Sometimes you don’t even need to see where you’re going.
