Two weeks ago I went dowtown to see my friend Tiff. On my way back home I decided to take a shortcut my roommate had told me about. She'd said it was super easy, just go down the escalator at the metro, through the tunnel and follow the pathway, and it'd cut 5 minutes off my 15 minutes walk home. It was late enough and I was tired and really looking forward to sleep, so I headed that way.
Right off the metro my Dad called, so I talked to him as I walked. Down the escalator...through the tunnel....along the pathway....15 minutes later I took a right because I shouldn't have been walking that long. 10 minutes later I came upon some apartments that looked like mine just as my Dad asked why I wasn't home yet....the apartments turned out not to be mine so I turned around and headed back to familiar territory. Finally, after 40 minutes since I'd left the metro I was on the road to my apartment, just barely down from where the metro lets out....with still a 10 minute walk to go.
So it was classic, I haven't wanted to make my parents worry about me out here on my own, and it just so happens that the one time I get lost i'm on the phone with my Dad and it's late at night. Bless my Dad for caring enough not only to call and visit, but stay on the phone until he was sure I was safely home...he does still call me Wanderer, which is deserved and strangely reminds me of a song Jeff sings....
No comments:
Post a Comment