Photo | Michael Pieracci
Do you have a point on your daily bike commute where you say to yourself, “Ahh, almost home!”? It could be at the top of the last hill climb or after crossing a bridge or reaching the halfway point.
For me, it’s heading westbound and making the cut off of Fell St and onto the Panhandle bike path. More than a mile from home, the Panhandle isn’t my neighborhood but is still almost home. The cooler air and the grassy median are almost my backyard, and the dogs out for their evening romp are almost waiting just for me.
Almost home is as much a state of mind as it is a place. It’s a transition point where a shift occurs, and you take slightly deeper breath, leaving the workday behind.
Where is your almost home?