Sometimes the universe (and other people) reaches out and takes care of me, and I want to say I’m extremely grateful when that happens.
Today I left my laptop at work, as I’ll be in again tomorrow, though usually I take it home with me anyway. Today I didn’t want to be bothered. I arrived home particularly tired, really at the end of my rope for whatever reason. First day back after vacation, up too early, whatever. I fish in my bag for my housekey – no keys. I turn my bag inside out – nope, not there. I realize what I’ve done – I put them in the handy pocket of my laptop bag, and they’re locked up at work, almost an hour away by subway. Oh God. Just the worst feeling.
So just then my downstairs neighbour drives up, so I ask if she has keys. Nope, not to my place.
Where do you work?
I tell her.
It’ll take you ages to go down there – hop in, I’ll drive you.
I felt like I’d just been rescued by an angel. I’ve never talked to this neighbour beyond hello, how are you…and she rescued me just like that. It was still a fairly long drive for her, but she drove me to my work and back, taking maybe an hour and a half. Wow. Such a kind lady.
We chatted quite a bit on the way. It turns out she’s quite artistic, used to have a vintage clothing store, makes jewelry, and wants to study art. She has a tiny dog that curled up in my lap for most of the drive. It was so soothing, patting the silky little dog, having the neighbour chat to me, and being driven in comfort through the city. So so kind. At home, I actually feel all soothed and calm after my adventure.
Sometimes I think I get ‘weirded out’ with having no one to talk to. The city is pretty cold and people will ignore you if you don’t make an effort. At work too, I often spend many hours, sometimes an entire day, without anyone talking to me. It’s stressful for me, and I start to feel kind of unreal and invisible.
When I was up north, I admired my friend J’s ability to start chatting with anyone. She elicited the life story of a waiter who served us dinner, the owner of the cabin we rented, the store owner of the gift shop – she said everyone just chats in small towns, it’s natural. To me it was very strange, but in a good way. Since I’ve been back, I have been making some extra efforts to be friendly to people, because I want to feel comfortable and I want to feel people at least know I’m alive. It seems people will start talking about themselves if you ask a few questions and seem interested. They’re not all like me, where I worry about every word that comes out of my mouth sometimes.
Talking to this neighbour was so soothing and nice….I’m going to keep making an effort to talk with her. It would be great to have someone friendly around, that I don’t have to phone and arrange a visit.
This neighbour is not particularly impressive looking – kind of overweight and dresses in very plain clothes. No hairdo really. I thought she was kind of gruff and unfriendly. Wrong on all counts. You never know who will actually turn out to be an angel, do you.