I have spent over four months in my hometown. Four months of not feeling fully happy because I wasn’t experiencing anything new: humdrum places, all the coffee shops seem monotonous, the sightseeing from all the benches were too well-known, even the faces of the strangers looked familiar.
Today I decided to get lost in this too well-known city. I was wandering around the same old streets when I took a different turn. I wasn’t expecting to see anything new, I knew the surroundings well but I didn’t know there had been building constructions around that place during the last 4 years I’ve been away.
I finally found a park surrounded by new buildings, some trees, benches and an empty playground. I’m not the kind of person that would stop in the park to play on the swings on my own or I wasn’t. I did stop this morning. I did go on the swings letting the sun warm my face cold from frozen morning wind. I won’t say I had fun but it felt good, careless, nice… a pleasure.
Having broken the routinely path brought you a nice surprise? Having taken a different turn has shown you a newness worth seeing?