Despite the thundershower, hot breeze is spewing through my blinds. Two days have gone by since I returned to Ottawa, and I am finally headed in the right direction after a long three months of anxious detour. Although my knees were scraped a little, I suppose it was worth it. Because I did not end up exploding, and I am ready to keep moving ahead. So the spontaneity I last wrote of, was in fact planned. I did not plan it, but it was nevertheless planned. By a higher being, if I may so add. It occurred to have been such a way, as a blessing. I was given a month to spend time with my family, because somewhere in the script of my dramatic life it is written that I was meant to spend this summer in Ottawa.
This is me, making amends with this city. Learning to love it again, after a long time submitting to academia and overlooking its beauty. I should have known my fate would turn around the moment I rode the OC Transpo for free yesterday. And I thanked the bus driver profusely that he laughed heartily in quite a scary way. I took the longer route home today just to pass by the gorgeous canal, admire the blooming flowers and smell the saltiness in the breeze just now.
So I guess the old Shaf is back. The ambitious, goal-driven one...although someone special saw it in me to say, that side of me never left in the first place. And how I love that person for being so supportive to me through the good and bad. =]
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