On Saturday I returned home from a week-long trip to Quebec where I spent almost 100% of my time walking in and between two buildings and never stepped into the driver's seat of a motor vehicle. And you know what? I didn't miss it. Upon my return and being picked up at the airport, I was in no great rush to hop back in my car and hit the road and actually reflected positively on staying someplace where everything I wanted was a just a short walk away. Is this the end?