Finding a new Path

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Finding a new Path

If you’re a regular reader of this blog then you know that I lived abroad for a year when I was working on my Master’s degree. I definitely prefer LA to London, but the European city does have its charms. For example, one of the things that I particularly enjoyed about it was that it’s a walking city. You don’t need a car to get around there because the public transportation is so good. In fact, many adults don’t even have a license because taking public transport is more convenient. And as much as I enjoy driving here, being able to wake up and sit on the tube for 15 minutes to get to class was highly preferable to sitting in traffic for 1.5 to drive 15 miles to get to work. Another aspect of the city that I liked was how much history it has. It’s been around for centuries, so there’s a lot that you can learn about it. One of my favorite past times, in fact, was going to museums (that just so happened to be free) to learn more about the city’s rich history. I went to a museum just about once every week because learning all of that wealth of information was appealing to me. Some days, I would spend my whole day in a museum, but other times (usually when the museum was small), I would leave the building and go and explore some other facet of the city. One day in particular stands out in my mind.

I went to a museum to learn about John Keats, who was a famous poet. I spent a couple of hours there, which was housed in the home where the poet used to live. Now because it was in house, it didn’t have the grandeur of one of London’s bigger museums, like the National Gallery. That’s why I spent such a short amount of time there. When I finished, I went outside to head back to the overground train that I took to get there, but on my way there, I noticed that there was a park nearby. So, instead of going back to my flat, I decided that I would wander around there for a bit. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been to London before, but in case you haven’t, you should know that their parks are massive, especially for a girl from Los Angeles. Our parks here are big enough to hold a playground, some basketball courts, and maybe a half pipe or two for skaters, but the parks in London are basically tiny forests. That’s also the reason why I enjoyed spending time in them. When it wasn’t raining, I would often spend my time outdoors at one of their many parks. That’s why I decided to go to this park near the Keat’s Museum. It wasn’t raining (it was still cold), and I hadn’t been to that part of the city before, so I thought it would be fun to explore this new park.

When I entered it, I told myself that I wasn’t going to stay very long. I would be there for an hour tops. That didn’t end up happening though. I have a horrible sense of direction, so after my hour was up, I came to the conclusion that I was horribly lost. As I wandered around through the park, I tried to find something familiar that would help me to get back on the right path, but when your only major signifiers are trees and grass, that’s kind of hard to do. As it got darker and darker and as the minutes ticked by, I began to think that I would never find my way out. I started picturing myself wandering around the park under the moonlight as my bones began to freeze from the icy cold nighttime air. I thought that I would never find a path to lead me back to civilization, but as these thoughts paraded through my mind, I started thinking that these negative thoughts weren’t going to help me to get out. I tried my hardest to think positively and to imagine myself back in my warm flat, and as these thoughts entered in my consciousness, my luck began to change. It wasn’t long before I stumbled upon a map. When I found that map, I noticed that I wasn’t very far from another museum that actually happened to be located inside of the park. So, I took a picture of the map and followed my new path. When I got to the museum, my cellphone was able to pick up a strong enough signal that allowed me to open up my GPS that helped me to find an exit that just so happened to be across the street from a bus stop that had a bus that would drop me off a block away from my flat!

Positive thinker, sometimes you get off of the path that you think you’re supposed to be on, but it’s important to remember that just because you aren’t on the comfortable path that you’re used to doesn’t mean that you won’t find a different path that will help you get to the destination that you desire. You just have to trust that you’ll end up where you’re supposed to be. You can’t give up when you get lost or turned around. You have to keep fighting to get back on to a path that will lead you to where you need to be.