Today was my last walk. The path my steps have followed day after day has been walked for the last time.
We move tomorrow from countryside to city. It is a move I have been desperate to make for so long and is needed for so many reasons.
Yet I spent so long being desperately unhappy and isolated here that I forgot the good things. I forgot I would have to say goodbye. I didn’t realise how much it would hurt. What I would miss.
I have written before in walking the black dog about why I started walking. These walks have kept me going. They have given me space to be, to think, to breathe. Sometimes they were hard, took so much effort, left me drowning in emotions. Sometimes they made me feel like I could face the world.
Day after day I have put on my boots and walked the same path.
As solitary as my walks have been, I have never been on my own. Music has been my constant companion. Sometimes melancholic, sometimes full of beats that I feel deep in my bones. Today was no different. I walked with a soundtrack of the tunes that I have played most often over the months.
Never though have I walked my path as slowly as I did today. I lingered, touched and drank it all in almost like I felt that I could take it with me if I just tried hard enough.
All too soon my steps bought me back to my door. I paused and said one final goodbye to my old friend. The familiar is becoming the past.