I packed my bags and left for what I thought was an adventure. I wasn’t prepared and I had no guidance. I didn’t even have a concept of guidance.
Maybe, because I was the first one to make this move. Maybe because this was supposed to be a lesson and not just another adventure.
I thought my bag had everything I needed. But did I? For someone who was moving to a different city I definitely was under-prepared. And soon I was going to find out things that comfort of home would have never taught me. To top it all off, my budget was tight. Very tight.
There is a fine line between being stupid and being brave and it’s a little blur. So here was, in a big city with no where to go. I had a phone number. It was of a PG. A cheap one. Only one that I could afford. So I went there. As usual, they thought they would show me the room but I said nope, I would take whatever you give me. What was I thinking? I had no backup plan. If there was no room available I didn’t know what I’d do. I was 1000s of kilometres away from home. I was alone.
On my very first night at this PG I realised that they don’t give people blankets. How did I not think about it? But there I was. I didn’t have a blanket. If the weather was normal, I would’ve been okay. But it was a little chilly and my bones were feeling the chill. I didn’t know anyone there, online shopping wasn’t a thing, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to spend money on anything which wasn’t ABSOLUTELY essential. So, I used my towel instead. It wasn’t enough so I topped it off with my stole scarf.
Next afternoon I saw a blanket lying on the bed next to mine. It wasn’t my room partner’s…. I wondered whose blanket was it. “The girl who was here before you, left it.” My roomie said. Suddenly I was filled with gratitude. My eyes welled up. I knew that I won’t be cold that night.
Thank you, stranger.
