One of my favorite parts of living in this (at-points) expensive, overcrowded, noisy, competitive, shallow, and brutal metropolis is the extensive walking culture that we share. My walk/bike commute to work could meander along the same main and side streets, with every one of the ~251 trips taken being uniquely constructed.

Furthermore, that ignores the wiggling route I enevitably travel, pushed left by a honking cab and similarly colored stoplight, or nudged right by the inevitable crowded side street filled with movie sets or construction vehicles.

Putting aside the health benefits of human-powered-travel, it's both a refreshing and invigorating way to spool up my mind on the way into the office, and also a way to decompress and release the day's aspirational steam that's best not blown out all at once, just inside your apartment.