I’ve gone urban. Sort of.
Last Friday, we moved to Charlottesville, Virginia – and this town has it goin’ on. Like a true urbanite, this week I’ve commuted to UVA via bike twice and on foot to downtown three times. I’ve snagged the transit schedule (a bus stop is half a block from our house) and lugged two pieces of IKEA furniture up multiple flights of stairs into our abode. If that doesn’t make me a city dweller, I don’t know what would.
I am so enamored with biking to work that I now greedily eye the saddle bags of every biker I see on the road. I’m getting me some, if I can just figure out what I actually need and how to find them cheap. Craigslist has been no help, but good news: Performance Bike is in town with their 10% off Tuesdays.
Now Cville is no urban metropolis, I will admit. The DCF diaspora has sent friends to Denver, Nashville, Richmond, Charleston, Seattle – admittedly, all more urban than our new home. But this town has a very legit funky vibe. I mean, two friends went to see B.B. King downtown tonight for crying out loud. This city has already captured me. Much more to come.
Walking down 5th Street the other day, I saw an elderly man with this caption across his t-shirt: “Step back and let Jesus do what he do.” What’s not to love?