When Deb and I were having lattes at Indigo the other day and completely engrossed in our catching-up, a guy whom I worked with in Amsterdam came over to say “hi.”
I was surprised. I hadn’t expected to see an Amsterdamer in Toronto. Plus his behaviour was unlike him. I knew him to be kind of moody and shy. At work he had been awkward about striking up a rare conversation. But there he was, friendly and forward. He even had to interrupt us; he could have left without me ever having seen him. And though he didn’t have much to say to match his boldness, I still was impressed by his actions.
I like how people change in different contexts. A new situation or place can make me stretch. Or make me learn something about myself. When I’ve lived overseas, I’ve always been amused by how even something as mundane as grocery-shopping can be entertaining, even enlightening. A different space gives me new perspective. That’s one of the reasons why I like travelling so much. A jostle can do me so much good.