Her Comforting Beauty
The first encounter I had with a native in Canada was while I waited for the bus, with an old man named Paul who loves Western Shows. Well, aside from the border patrol officers who interrogated me because I came off as apparently “suspicious.”
You know what no one talks about but should, or at least have a warning sign? How carelessly fast bus drivers take off without warning or allowing a moment to find a seat. As my luggage began to roll away, I caught myself from completely falling to the floor on the railing as I struggled to pull down the seat.
The bus was filled.
Am I embarrassed? Yes. Will it happen again? Most likely.
On the other hand, the ride into the city was breathtaking, to say the least.
Within the past twenty-four hours, I’ve been on two flights and I’m already over it. The only thing you need to know about yesterday is that I got a total of three hours of sleep, which didn’t happen all together.
Thankfully I won’t have another flight for some time, but completely settling into my new home has taken the cake for being the most stressful.
I wanted to get some groceries before the sun went down, which I didn’t plan on buying much, but as always when I think this to myself, I got carried away. I brought my reusable bag and was given a paper one for the rest of my spontaneously chosen groceries…ten feet out of the store, the bottom of the paper bag ripped.
Mind you, this was after an hour of lugging around my heavy weighted suitcases to find my apartment.
I almost sat on some steps nearby and cried in pure defeat in this moment of desperation. I’m even surprised that I didn’t — I adjusted my bags more comfortably and continued the quest to my bus stop.
As I walked from the wrong drop off location to my home, I received countless looks of pity from others, starting from looks to my broken grocery bag, which brought my eyes to tear, along with my arms seconds from giving out. I looked left to see what seemed like the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen as it glistened rosily over the water; instantly, my heart filled of joy and was comforted in Canada’s vibrant beauty.
After having a few of my items placed in their new home as well, I debated on a banana and hashbrowns for dinner or cilantro-lime chicken and cauliflower rice. Hungry, I pushed myself for the better and went with the second option.
And now here I sit, writing, in my new home facing the city as its light stare back at I.
When I was in my teens, I wrote a poem along the lines of dreaming of being in a moment as such, and I’d smile to myself knowing I’ve made it.
Never give up on your dreams, friends.
