I woke up the other day and decided that I would get lost about home home. I packed my items and walked about home home, setting a route. In fact I set such a good route that halfway there I accidentally got on the wrong train and recognized this as such a fortuitous event I would just quite literally “roll with it” and went about the city with an essence of discovery.
So, naturally I traipsed about the train stations, aimlessly being pushed around by the crowd and ending up in a large empty park and having no direction to go.
I followed the sun.
And I ended up watching a man climb up this large building. A group of spectators sat on the ground staring at the man wishing him luck. I walked about the building and ended up in the grand opening of some large mall. Intrigued (and knowing that I had no money), I walked inside only to be bombarded with questions about where I was from.
I’m a foreigner that lives in home home.
“How did you hear about this place?”
“I got lost.” literally.
I ended up tracking quite a bit of attention before I realized I should really get on with my adventure.
I found myself in the middle of a manmade river with children running about me, throwing water at each other and their parents silently eating their food near their tents and watching their children from a distance. I sat myself next to the river and dropped my aching feet in. The cool water overwhelmed me and I felt as if I were in heaven.
I also managed to drop my shoes in there as well. I waited for them to dry before I trekked back to where ever I came from.
When I walked back I found myself reaching over a bridge, trying to touch the wind. It was wonderful.
Getting lost is something every person should do once in a while.