I’ve never been here before, and it feels a little like an adventure. Not an “Adventure”, with a capital ‘A’, like an Indiana Jones escapade or even a gorilla trek in Gabon (on the to-do list, btw). But a small adventure of exploring something unfamiliar.
And it’s not at all about the destination. There isn’t anything at all “touristy” about this area and no reason why a traveler would venture here, except out of necessity. And indeed, I’m here on a perfectly ordinary errand; to pick-up Shannon at the New London, CT, train station. But it is that juxtaposition between the ordinary and the unfamiliar that has me excited. Every day now is a kind of adventure; an exploration of the unknown.
I wonder if it is possible for the unfamiliar to become routine. I hope not, this is too much fun.
Everywhere Once 
What do you think?