Baby’s first disparate decision

Almost one year ago, I moved 600 kilometers away from home, in an impulsive decision of g̶e̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ earning my own independence. I took series of hits, got up, got better. And I met people. Vivid, interesting, dull, creative, depressed, empowering, smart, funny, trite, complex people. From different parts of the country and different parts of the world. We learned eachother’s stories, understood eachother’s struggles, tried to help eachother where it was possible. Got to know eachother and created a bond.

But for the first time in my life, a peculiar feeling made me take an unusual decision which lead me into meeting what the corny side of my mind calls a ’soulmate’. Not the one that makes you hit all the high notes in a song you’re making up on the spot and where birds randomly fly inside your bedroom and start crafting pompous clothes for you. But the one where you introduce yourself at 10 PM and the next moment finds you both discussing different matters just three hours before one of you has to leave for work. The one that makes you feel as if you’ve known eachother for your entire life. You get eachother and there’s this puzzling natural flow and everything just feels as if you’re in the right place at the right time. The one with whom you have endless conversations about everything. And for a moment, you forget about all the emotional imbalances you might have going on in your life.

And as you chat, and chat, and hear the different stories the other person has to tell, about all the unique people they met along their way, you learn what seems to be the obvious: there are so many people out there to connect with, and you could have hundreds of conversational experiences in nights that are equally meaningful.

So, to the beautiful mind who encouraged me to explore the diversity of the human kind without even knowing they were doing so: a heartfelt thank you. You wrote a page in the story of the girl who, at the end of it all, went home with the kiss, the lesson and an empowered adventurous spirit.

And if John Hughes would’ve produced this segment of my life, the whole story would have had legendary end credits.