Why You Should Always Ride the Elevator to the Top Once

Too lazy to walk after having indulged a little in the nightlife of Palermo Hollywood — a trendy Buenos Aires barrio infested with cafes and bars and home to several radio stations and television studios — I decided to catch the elevator up to my third floor apartment when a rather infantile thought struck me.

Why don’t I go to the top?

In the moment I dragged the scissor pattern of the old white elevator gate shut before pressing the ‘3’ it struck me as somewhat strange that, despite being on a trip in which I constantly explore, question and learn, I had immediately defined the parameters of my new habitat as being from the foyer to the third floor, and had not thought to explore the building I was living in once.

While this is all somewhat trivial, it is just a quick reminder that sometimes it’s even worth exploring the most mundane settings, because sometimes you will be surprised by what you find.

I rode the elevator to the top of my apartment building, found the door to the roof unlocked and discovered my own personal, though somewhat creepy, viewpoint over Palermo Hollywood.