The other day I was returning home from an appointment in downtown Seoul. I hopped on the 1550 bus, one that I’ve been taking to my neighborhood for 3+ years now. The ride is normally 25-30 minutes. I dozed for a wee bit. When I woke up, I looked at the darkened sky, the neon signs; listened for the stop names. Nothing was familiar.
Where was I?
I could not have been out for that long. And the longer I was on, the more disoriented I became. A grown woman in a city I felt I’d maneuvered through well enough, here I was…lost.
Now, there are many types of lost. There’s the:
- meandering through the charming labyrinth streets of Rome lost
- making a wrong turn because you refuse to consult your spouse (not talking about you, Craig) or a map lost
- the potentially good (and sadly, not) sci-fi story line of island crashers LOST
- in the midst of people, frantically locating your mom in a department store lost
I’ll admit; I was feeling a bit like the latter. There was an element of panic; I went to that kid place.
At last, it was the final stop. I got off with a couple and asked them which direction was Suji. The opposite. So, I hopped back on in the other direction. I was keenly aware of the route. Surprisingly, it went through an undeveloped area for a few miles. Pitch darkness, a rarity in Seoul. The bus was just about to get onto the highway-the point where you’re committed to the long haul to Seoul, when I hit the button. I was closer to home, but not close enough. Why hadn’t it turned close to my hood like expected? What the heck was going on?!
I got off. I was grumpy. I was hungry. I demanded to know who changed the route on me. I wanted to be home already.
After a 2 1/2 hour ordeal, I finally got home. With time and retrospection I came to a conclusion. Bear with me because it’s a little new age, life lesson-y.
I got on a bus with the expectation to get me where I needed to go. The route changed. I was bummed. = At times, we plan things for ourselves and attach ourselves to those plans. Life happens: someone close to us gets sick, an investment falls through, finding that special person or having that baby doesn’t happen in that Timeline. We feel disappointed.
Thing is, I got home. It included a detour. It made me feel uncomfortable for a while. But, I ended up where I needed to be.
Maybe that’s just it. Loosen that grip around the steering wheel. Let things happen their own way and get lost.