20,000 steps to tranquility

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.

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About my random musings

I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it. I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching. When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be. Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures. Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
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2 Responses to 20,000 steps to tranquility

  1. Sometimes a stranger can say just the perfect thing! You were definitely rewarded with amazing views and beautiful photos! ❤️

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