I loved living in Manhattan. I didn't need a car. Public transportation including buses and subways and trains were reliable, ran often and affordable. There were taxis, too. But I loved walking. Even when I lived in Jersey City Heights, right across the river, I'd go into the city just to walk around.
I'd walk everywhere. Harlem. Midtown. The Village. Chinatown. Little India. Little Korea. When I lived in NYC in an apartment as small as a closet, I never felt closed in. I had all of NYC. I never felt unsafe. I had a regular shopping routine; I never went to a supermarket. Instead, I'd get groceries in Chinatown, Little Italy and other local stores. My total for the week never exceeded $20!
When I moved to Pembroke Pines in Florida to stay with a cousin, I started to walk around. OMG. That was a mistake! I was approached by so many men. I stopped walking. Eventually, I got my own place in Lauderhill and a car. I couldn't believe that it took me over a half hour to go across town.
Buses in Florida, if you are going East to West....well, I would wait till I was almost in tears for them to come, if they came at all.
Finally, I found a great apartment, centrally located. Everything I need is in walking distance. I bike to the center of town, though. So, my walking is only to the local store up the street, or across the street to the supermarket and CVS. After having sat in pee on a bus, I try to avoid the bus. I miss walking. I have tried to exercise in the apartment, but...somehow, I never get to it. I don't like gyms. It's too hot to bike to the beach.
As fortune would have it, we have a pool at my complex. Swimming has become my exercise. Looking at the sky, being at home with pool access, is truly a blessing. I still miss walking. Seeing the shops and their changing displays. Seeing all those different people from around the world. Looking up at those buildings. Discovering new neighborhoods. But a blessing is a blessing. How could I complain?