At the time, I was working for a big hotel chain to whom I was more of a number than a name. I went to work uncharacteristically early one day and fidgeted and fumbled about in an anxious sort of way while waiting for my shift to begin. My thoughts were a train wreck - a scrambled mess of this and that. The senselessness of the world, or at least my place in it, took hold of me. The lonesome traveler was born and gunning it for the Canadian border for no particular reason.
Spontaneity assures people of unforgettable memories.
Ill-preparedness assures of obstacles. I'm not really sure. Hard to say. After some heartfelt convincing that I wasn't a lunatic, as well as the phone call made to my folks to vouch for my sanity, Canada opened its gracious arms to me. And off I went.