Lucky Boy
I really am a lucky guy. I get to live in a really big pretty city. While most people who get to live in really big pretty cities have to commute a really long way or spend lots of money on train fares, my commute to work consists of:
Five blocks.
I took this pic on the way to work this morning, just as I stepped out of my apartment building. The building I work in is the really tall white one in the center.
I'm writing this at home. I walked home for lunch. Is that disgusting or what?![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixgR-hBHqdBkCn5Lu2m2HsufCfQhxSfnDuXskW8hmoMY7bxDsxWVBEy61NSvSZ-c54tTxAJdxctGP7cj74fjn4POzFE2d6L3RIf-QQpSLNHJZH-LmS0V8QhEQKKI1o6CJiL2s4/s400/Aon.jpg)
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3 Comments:
That's the one thing I miss about not being in our apartment anymore. I used to walk through a park and 2 blocks to get to work. I went home for lunch all the time. It's a very sweet way to live!
Being in the same boat, I love being able to come home and watch TV during my lunch.
That picture makes me even more sad that I won't be there next month.
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