At the last day of summer I’m gathering some photos of my new sort-of-hobby that occupied me last 3 months. With a comfort zone ending at the door of my apartment, it turned out quite a challenge for me to force myself to travel. Travel might not be the right word since all the trips didn’t take more than 5 days and majority of them was in one-two days limit, but it was still a tiny personal victory. The most satisfying in it is that I percept it not as a torture now but joyfully, as a new realm of comfort, recharging comfort.

And after all the walking there’s time to relax.

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