The crisp cold air blows on my face as I take the first step outside of the hiking trail. I am not one to hike in woods or through mud riddled paths (I have a shoe fetish and don’t like them muddy). However, here I am in the city of Moss in Norway surrounded by nature, making it hard to escape hiking or trails.

Hiking was definitely not on my agenda until a passenger seated next to me on my flight started a conversation and suggested that I go hiking. Apparently that city is known for its great hiking trails. I did not want to tell him that I am typically a city person who likes running on the road and being part of the crowd. However, after my days in London being amongst the crowds I was ready for tranquility and bonding with nature.

Breathing in the fresh air I set off trying to keep track of my path. The tall pine trees swaying to the wind, while I hesitantly step on stones trying to steady myself and jump over mud puddles. The silence of the woods is deafening making me question my safety and sanity.  I continue trudging my way through till I come to an opening and paved road.

Besides a day of driving to Sweden to celebrate me getting a year older, I spent the rest of my days enjoying what nature had to offer.

On the final day I decided to check a trail which eventually leads to the ocean where I was promised an amazing sunset. Despite my scepticism, I did trudge through to find myself staring at a beautiful sunset.

I used to think of myself as a person who enjoyed city living, but after my visits and stays in less populated towns, I find myself being drawn into it. I no longer want to be in the midst of the crowded cities, I want to breathe fresh air and be able to hike or walk for miles before I run into anyone else.

As I get older I want tranquility.