I’m never the one to voluntarily go pick up stuff, take long walks, or go shopping by myself (or with someone for that matter).
Which is why when I woke up today, I realized that I may have been just a little crazy when I decided to take a little walk and get some stuff done in the scorching heat.
That’s right I said it: I walked and walked and walked in a 30+ degrees Celsius heat.
And yet I think, it was the best hour or so of my post-graduation funk.
You see, I live about 10 minutes away from Verdun Street, which is known for its shops, cafes, and movie theaters. And since we’re all Harry Potter fans in the family, I decided to book the tickets early on as it was the movie’s first day of showing.
So I got dressed and hopped into a service, a shared taxi, letting my thoughts accompany me on this familiar journey.
When I got there, the box office was still closed, so I decided to do something that is so unlike me: I went into an adjacent store and I picked out clothes and I tried them, alone.
You see, at the moment, all the shops here are on sale, something which upcoming traveler me loves to take advantage of (especially that I need stuff adaptable to the not-so-sunny weather of Maastricht).
I wasn’t even looking for anything: just a decent pair of jeans to wear out in my year abroad. But even that proved to be a difficult task.
I’m no skinny girl, and I am proud of my food-loving fat, but the fashion world obviously hates people like me, because they vengefully introduced the horrible skinnyjeans, making me run in the other direction every time I see or even touch them.
I mistakenly ended up trying one of them because the pair I picked out was mislabeled baggy. Let’s just say having to take them off, in a teeny-tiny dressing room, while I was all by myself was a near recipe for disaster. But it did pass and I continued on and rewarded myself with a new purse and jacket.
As for my enjoyable walk, well, I strolled down Verdun Street like I had done many, many times before, with family, friends, or former boyfriends, wondering and remembering (and carrying 3 very heavy shopping bags).
The little quiet café where I celebrated my 20thbirthday with my best friend on a very rainy day (and discovered my love for chicken curry) and the Starbucks we always hung out at, the steps of the public school where I presented my baccalaureate exams and proclaimed to my anxious mother that I was done with math forever, the shops I hated so much but from where all my clothes came from, the little mall with the cinema I often frequented with friends and where I had my first dates- they were all there and they had changed, just like I did.
Even the road leading to my house had changed greatly since the first time I walked this road. New buildings had taken the places of old ones, their inhabitants moving in and out and creating their own stories- and being a self-labeled writer, all I could do was think of what those stories might be.
I returned home, exhausted, my hair a billion times its normal size, my face red, and my arms slightly tanned, feeling a little happier than I had in a long time, thinking about how change is unstoppable and how well that would translate into a blog post about Beirut.
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was it raining that day????
I can’t believe you don’t remember! It’s not my birthday if it doesn’t rain!
I loved this one ❤
Thank you! I loved writing it 😀