By the fifth block, I was beginning to regard this as an epic journey. Must... Press... On... I can do it. It wasn't that cold outside. Although be that point I was walking in like half steps because my right ankle was not willing to move. I was thinking to myself that this is the ghetto and the ghetto is no place for a scrawny little preppy girl to be limping at night. I began to seriously consider the bus. I talked myself out of it.
No way was it worth it to spend seventy-five cents just to ride two blocks. I would still have to walk to my door.
Eventually, I hobbled up my front steps. I plopped down on my stoop and just sat for a few minutes before I got up and opened the door and walked inside. I looked at the clock and realized that the bus wouldn't even leave the transit center for another 5 minutes. Suddenly, I remembered why I hate the bus system here (I just think that it's silly to have a bus system where it's often more efficient to walk than to take the bus) . It also somehow seemed worth it to walk.