My love of “the journey” and not the destination is a real reality for me. I am a fully formed adult, passed my driving test over 12 years ago and I still do not have a car. Many friends and family ask me why, I stare at them blankly usually wondering why they need one - especially for those who venture into the city for work. Don’t get me wrong i understand the practicality of being able to quickly drive around to run errands, especially in a rush or with a young family. But I love enjoying the journey of being in the passenger seat. No responsibility of where we are going, no worry or care for how we get there. My only role - is to enjoy the journey. To absorb the pleasantries of the beautiful day, the weather, the breeze hitting my face while the window is open, with my music in my ears, sometimes imagining my whole life going by as we move, the scenery and sights we go past, funny people usually children learning to walk along the street, cute families going for their morning walk, a couple holding hands, or sometimes a couple arguing - not so fun to watch but a reminder of the realities of the real world, in more dramatic moments - a fight on the bus or in the street. I love journeys. I love the freedom of them. I love being an observer. I love being able to hop on or off a bus or train and change my destination spontaneously without the responsibility of the ride. Saying all this I am now planning to buy a car at some point in the next 12 months (don’t get me started on inflation!). Do I think my life would be more efficient with a car? Yes. Am I lazy? No. I just enjoy the hassle free ride. From an independent freedom chasing villager who loves to take the support of a bus or train journey 📖

Image: my favourite bus ride going past a local park, on a sunny day and a cloudy blue-ish sky