So I took the wrong bus home the other day.
I was almost certain the bus driver had changed the route display after I got on. I finished later than usual from the office since I picked up a bit of work from my senior colleague to give to our boss that night. Amongst the interruptions to bus services, I rushed down to catch the next available bus.
I had this gut feeling that I probably should have gotten off at one of the earlier stops, since I could have caught a train home from there. But I didn’t.
So my heart sank a little further as I noticed we wouldn’t be stopping where I had intended to go, so I just got off the last stop. I knew where I was, but I was one suburb over from home.
Around me, there were middle-aged patrons sipping their coffee at the local café and there was a small gas station across the road. I knew that I wasn’t too far from home, so I quickly Googled for any buses that were going back home. There was, but since I didn’t know where the actual stop was, I punched in the address into Google Maps for a street view. Right across the road, near the gas station.
As I was crossing the road back, I saw an elderly homeless man sleeping at the bus shelter. He looked like he was in a deep sleep and I didn’t really want to disturb him so I stood a little ways just outside.
ETA: 5 mins.
I saw the bus approaching, so I waved my arm a little. The bus stopped. I got on and the lovely bus driver responded with a friendly “hello” when I said “”hi”.
As I got off the bus, I said thank you to my driver and wished her a goodnight. She replied, “No worries, have a lovely night.”
Sometimes, you just have to trust that things are going to turn out okay. Sometimes you think you know where you’re going, but you really don’t. And sometimes, you have no idea where you’re supposed to be going at all.
You’ll work it out though.
After all, there are many paths that lead to the same destination.