Last week, I was finished with my schoolwork and had nowhere to be so I slipped on my sneakers, grabbed my purse and headed out.
I decided to go for a stroll by myself in my brand new neighbourhood. I love the area I live in – it’s calm and peaceful with beautiful parks and greenery, but also has a fast paced energy and you can still feel the city hustle. As I’m walking down the streets, with no destination, I am carefully paying attention to my surroundings. I’m admiring all the cute little shops and cafes, with their wicker chairs and lit candles beside all the lipstick stained, half drank coffee cups. There are all kinds of people sitting there that Monday morning. There are families having breakfast, old friends catching up over a cup of coffee and colleagues talking about work projects. As I’m walking down the street all I can smell is the musty, smoky stench from the many people smoking cigarettes on their way to work. My new european city feels very different from my concrete, north american home- older buildings with very detailed facades, charming cobblestone streets, and a lot fewer cars in exchange for people walking and biking. I continued to aimlessly wander around town, without checking my phone, and just being there to enjoy it. Eventually I ended up back at my place, walking in the door with a big smile on my face, excited for all the new memories I would make in this unknown place.
I have lived here for just about a month now and have not gotten tired of roaming the streets, searching for new places to explore. It feels good to be somewhere new, somewhere out of my comfort zone. It doesn’t quite feel like home yet, but it feels like I’m more than just a visitor.