See I really am a tree-hugger!
After traveling to over 200 cities, or 24% of the world according to Trip Advisor, I’ve come to the realization that I LOVE cities. I love their energy, diversity and to be honest, dining options. I’m going to make a big confession, right here.
Nature, wilderness, the boonies, the great outdoors…bores me.
Gasp! I know that’s a blasphemy coming from Oregon, Montana or Colorado where almost everyone has their Phd in extolling the outdoors but I get it, I’m the one who’s not like the other. In fact I’ve come to understand that by choosing to live in the Pac NW and having lived, without much choice in the matter, in Colorado and Montana, I’ve never really been with my people.
My tribe knows the best Starbucks bathrooms in a two mile radius, the newest food cart serving Ethiopian, and are more excited by a new play on Broadway or concert at Barclays Arena than hiking, camping or driving through a national park. This doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate nature. I appreciate, respect and value the great outdoors very much, thank you. I just believe that nature doesn’t need me to add to the millions of people treading on trails and whacking through the habitat of wildlife I’d like to see preserved and not run over by my SUV plodding through the woods. That said, I do enjoy being outside, to feel the glow of neon on my face, and the steam from the subway in my hair.
And so I see a pedestrian as an urban hiker. I like the sound of the word, how it hits the tongue like my feet hit the pavement. I envision a pedestrian wandering in the maze of ancient streets, dodging amongst the stalls at markets and crossing overpasses as I tell my stories. There may be wildlife, but it’s the most unpredictable sort—humans. Or maybe we are predictable, just like every story has an inciting incident, climax or conclusion, so do we.