Adventures in Familiar Places?

Is it possible to have adventures in familiar places?

I used to think it was not possible, which is why I have a tendency to high tail it out of places once I’ve been there for any respectable length of time. But lately I’ve had a revelation: the most seemingly boring places can be full of little surprises once you let the shock of the big things wear off. AND you’ll never get to appreciate the little adventures that pop up if you keep looking for the rush of the next BIG thing.

For instance, THIS happened last weekend:

And I actually loved it! Me! Who’d have thought?!

It’s enough to make me think I want to settle down here for a while…