Happy monthaversary.

As of, Thursday, I have lived in Ann Arbor for one month. So last night I celebrated with a photo walk around my neighborhood. At 7:00pm.

When inspiration and the urge to move hit, I don’t ask questions. I just start strollin’.

And it turns out strollin’ was a good idea. Because now I have all these dusky pictures of my new home.

The past month has been an exercise in learning how not to feel trapped without a vehicle at my disposal. I think I’m hanging out in the B-/C+ range. A couple weekends ago, I was overcome by an intense need for yarn and size 9 knitting needles. So I looked up the nearest Michael’s on Google maps. Five miles. No problem.

At least three of those miles were ridden on my bicycle alongside this.

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Oh, and it started raining on the ride home.

It’s a different life on the seat of a bicycle. But it’s a beautiful one, full of weird stories and overly-defined quads. When you love living life on the go as much as I do, it’s hard to all of a sudden find yourself confined to the space within a five-mile radius of your house. But I don’t think there’s a five-mile radius filled with more awesome stuff than mine. I’m a lucky duck.

Cheers to using the legs the Lord gave me and learning to love the short game.

Happy Saturday.