Take A Walk

A side effect of the fact I’m back with my parents, with no kind of study (or rather just existence) routine to hold on to, is that I don’t move. Most of the physical activity I usually do has to do with moving around because I have to, not because I intend to. I walk from the dorms to campus, I walk on campus, I walk back home. I meet a friend in the other side of town, so I walk to and from the bus stations. That kind of movement. All of that is gone now, reduced to walking to the kitchen and back.

Turns out staying still means losing functionality. I struggle with things I could easily do, such as getting up from sitting or talking while walking. To cover for all that missing activity, Mom and I take a walk every now and then. She helps me get around (or up or down) obstacles. I try to talk.