I hate to keep bringing this up, but it keeps happening to me: My favourite parking spot was taken this morning.
It happens and it has happened in all of the places that I park in. At some point someone else has parked there, this happens, this is normal and expected.
I park on public streets and so, as I have said many times before, those streets belong to everyone and no one, as they belong to the city.
Yet, we all have our favourite places to park: at home, at work, and while out shopping, I am no different.
This morning it wasn’t a large truck that took my spot, it was a pickup truck towing a boat.
This person didn’t even park considerately, as I do. I park as far up as I can, so as to leave as much room behind me to park.
This person was parked smack in the middle so that nobody but them (and cars) could park on either side of them.
I was then forced to park beside work again, something else I don’t want to do, due to the increased risk of being “asked nicely to never park here again” by a representative of the condo association.
I will continue to do my best to acquit myself with grace and dignity as I make my way through life.
I keep reminding myself that there are always a million other places to park, and just find and use one of them.
Yet, there is something about having a spot (or place) that is yours, that says something about belonging, that has a nice ring to it.
I am nomadic, and so nomadic is what I shall be.
Yet one day soon, I will have a place of my own, a place to put down roots, until then I shall be tumbleweed.
As always: Keep your head up, your attitude positive, and keep moving forward!
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