The rush of a new place

Nov 25, 1999

Walking down the street- lost. Adrenaline pumping- alone- in a city full of strangers. Walking- instinct my only guide. A sense of freedom- exhilarating. The thought that anything could happen- yet nothing does. It was new and exciting- a reminder of how things used to be- but it doesn’t last. A few days of nervous energy:life- then it all seems routine- ordinary. Another city conquered- another life lived. Soon it is home- comfortable, boring. There are still small challenges- small things never done before-new. But they are quickly overcome and are assimilated into daily life – mundane. Someone once remarked that everything is boring to Canadians- I wonder if that’s true. I’ve been, I’ve seen, I’ve grown bored. I’m an adrenaline junkie looking for my next hit. I move on- to what? Who knows- I don’t care