I’ve been living at my sister’s for a few days now. I’ve slept here and showered here, and I’m starting to get the swing of things. Of course, there are still more boxes to unpack, but at least the underwear is in a drawer.
Being at the sisters I’m now a lot farther from my regular friends. I’m so used to just hanging out with them every night, and now I feel like I don’t have any plans. So I’m looking into hobbies to take up. I’ve been thinking about bikes.
Is it terribly cliche? I don’t know, but I’d like to start getting some more exercise and running is out because bouncing boobs hurt. But biking can offer the cardio I want and the distance of exploration.
I haven’t had a bike in years. The PLP wouldn’t let me, which is such a strange thing to think now. Why not? Apparently there were warning signs everywhere but I was oblivious. So I’m looking back into a bike, a nice, old road bike like I used to have.
Like this one: