Happened right at the beginning too, still surprised it bled as much as it did. That said, it was totally worth it. Completed a route that was proving difficult. Awesome. I think I like it so much for a number of reasons, one of which is that it represents an opportunity to overcome something.
Poverty tells many stories
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The imagination is a powerful thing.
It gnaws away at you.
Living in New York City, you see gorgeous women all the time.
When I first moved to New York, I joked with my friend from home that you don’t even need to turn your head when you see a cute girl because another one is bound to walk into your field of vision.
On the way to work you see them. At lunchtime. At the gym. On the way home.
It should be a man’s paradise.
But what if I told you it’s not?
What if I told you that seeing all of these gorgeous women every day can actually kill your confidence?
Pretty much.
Another photo.
Still, I love swings. I especially like this one. Just 2 minutes up the road from where I grew up. Plus I like the view.
Was talking yesterday about Gloucester. This is where I grew up and spent the majority of my life. Coming back here, it feels like coming home. Just because I know it so well perhaps? Because there’s memories everywhere – learning to drive around certain areas, parking behind Sainsbury’s and getting chips on the way back, the gym next to the pitch and putt, drinking in the bar of that gym (to excess) and so on and on.
Yet, where I live now has so much more. But, this place just feels different. That makes sense right?
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