I am walked out. Before coming to Edinburgh, I knew that I'd have to walk to a lot more places, and that the city was much more spread-out. However, there is a difference between knowing such a fact beforehand and actually having to experience it. Walking is all I seem to do here (gross exaggeration).
Last night, I missed the bus to Family Home Evening for the Young Single Adults, and I didn’t want to stick around waiting for the next one, so I walked. The terrain is completely flat, so it's not hard, it just takes a while, and when my shoes are not very comfortable, it makes me less inclined to want to make the journey.
Coming back after the activity, I managed to catch the bus. It was a mere ten-minute ride. It’s amazing how much more quickly one can get around with a car - and the difference conversation makes, because I met a fresher who goes to Church and lives only a few blocks from where I do (yay a bus buddy!).
And not to say that I didn’t try to catch a ride home with someone; as far as I know, none of the Young Single Adults who attended tonight have cars. Some will soon have cars, but that is not helpful at this point in my life right now.
So, the take-home point is that the journey to Church is very long. Enjoyable, just lengthy.
