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Go outside and get the stink blown off of ya

I’m the type of person that needs to get out of the house. I get cabin fever very easily.

My grandmother used to say to us when we were kids, “Go outside and get the stink blown off ya.” That was when we would sit in front of the television for hours, playing Dr. Mario.

The same feeling applies to me now. Especially on weekends. Staying cooped up gives me a sense that I’m wasting my freedom, that I’m letting precious play time go by.

But play time is this regard is no longer Dr. Mario, but a genuine sense of frolic and play. Wandering through the city streets, stopping in at markets, picking up fresh food, enjoying a café. Things that were once considered chores when you were a child, are now considered enjoyment.

It’s funny how that happens.

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