Mis-Adventure

I returned home 3 months ago, and after the initial ugliness of reverse culture shock, all the necessary catch up and my efforts to re-establish my life in Toronto, I feel I’ve hit a wall- bored, uninspired, craving drama, excitement, adventure – I’m restless.
Tuesday night, I rekindled with my Korea counterpart, and met up with Lynn at Harbourfront for some necessary catch-up. Lured by the big screen and hoping to seek early refuge from the storm that was approaching, we sat down for the 9pm outdoor movie, as daunting black clouds enclosed around us. Halfway through the film the rains began, lightning illuminated the sky, striking the CN tower up the street, thunder echoed around us but we were cozy with the overhead as protection and were enjoying both shows …that is until the wind shifted and we knew our luck had changed. Chilling winds, wet necks, covered in goosebumps, we trooped it out for a short while until the excitement wore thin and the discomfort set in and we sought shelter in a small tent until the end of the movie. It appeared though, that all our efforts to will the rain to stop had been in vain, and it was then that we realized there was nothing else to do but accept our fate. So, with the credits running to the tune of ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”, we embraced the work of Mother Nature, and ventured into the pouring rain and danced. On bleachers, among the other viewers, as free spirits, we busted a move,--all smiles, all laughter, all wet.
What followed was a frenzy of mishaps which saw me drenched, running in the pouring rain and blackness of a storm at 11pm, after cabs and streetcars, standing stranded on street corners, aimlessly running in helpless circles and banging on bus doors , until I eventually got a lucky break and made it to my subdivision. – what a rush: worry, frustration, excitement, fear. But I made it.
So, soaking wet and chilled to the bone - like I’d taken a cold shower fully clothed –I picked up my shoes and sprinted the home stretch, barefoot and happy. I needed this.