The Road Less Travelled Pt 3

"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."

--T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

Some roads are a little more travelled than others. I lived in the same house for over 20 years. I had two decades to explore my suburb and surrounds, but familiarity breeds contempt, and I quickly forgot what a beautiful part of the world I grew up in.

Despite my current status as a categorically non-outdoors person, I vaguely recall once enjoying natural light and fresh air. I used to ride my bike everywhere. Initially I was only allowed to ride up and down my tiny little street, but eventually I became more daring, and by the end of my outdoor era, I was exploring all the surrounding areas within a 5km radius, possibly more. All the areas that had a bike track, anyway.


Last weekend, I took my partner on my usual route and showed him all the hidden creek side nooks where I used to rest and contemplate (I was a pensive child). He was not only in awe of the concept of me doing voluntary exercise, but of the beauty of a suburb that is actually incredibly close to what some may loosely term a city.

All this from a girl who made it 20kms out of Sydney, wound down the window and exclaimed "I smell nature!" I think I might even be ready to begin exploring Sydney in earnest.