Later this year will mark ten years since I bought my Razor scooter. The logos are all worn off. The tires are quite bald. The handlebars are currently a bit crooked - I should get out a wrench and try to fix that this weekend. But my scooter has been my biggest constant over the past ten years and it still brings me such great joy as the wind flows through my hair on my daily commute. If I stand on my tip-toes and throw my head back as I coast down a hill, I feel like I'm flying and barely even connected the ground.
Is it weird that as a 44 year old woman, I still cling to this childhood pursuit? Scratch that question - I don't care. It is a part of who I am. And I'm going to enjoy it for as long as my balance holds strong and I have a commute where it makes sense.
I was 34 when this all started. That seems a lifetime ago. Since then, I've sold a house, moved over 700 miles away for warmer weather, survived two lengthy government shutdowns and COVID, and got divorced. That last one still sits a little heavy. I never expected that after 19 years, my now ex-husband would without warning or explanation throw the towel in. But oh, how it was a blessing in disguise! My life has done nothing but improve since the separation.
I still live in Birmingham. I stayed in the same apartment complex although moved into a small studio that felt too small in the beginning but turned out to be absolutely perfect. All my belongings have their place and it is so easy to clean. My scooter has its place under my bed when I'm not out riding it. Plus, I get to listen to the local music acts that play at the brewery next door and watch the trains that go by all day.
I've really leaned into a more sustainable life with a smaller carbon-footprint. That obviously started before the divorce when we chose to live downtown upon moving south. Ever since moving here in 2019, I've prioritized walking and scootering for work, church, doctors, etc. Since the divorce, I've also started doing all of my grocery shopping by walking the mile to the downtown grocery store (with a cart) and I've explored so many entertainment, eating, and drinking opportunities within my mile and a half walking distance. Who knew that even a city like Birmingham could be walkable with a little effort?
I've switched to an electric car that I only drive every 4-6 weeks. And I've planned travel that allowed me to leave on foot from my apartment to the local Amtrak station or to catch a shuttle to the Atlanta airport.
So as I revive this blog, I plan to not only share scooter stories but also stories about what it is like to live in a walkable community now as a single individual.
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