3 bags. 3 bulky bags. I’m at the train station looking at my load and I almost laughed because I can’t remember what I put in them. I know one sack is filled with an array of random shoes. Some I might not even consider wearing. Why on earth did I bring them in the first place anyway? I’m too excited to care. Time seems to move so unhurriedly. Like a dull Monday after a long holiday. Can I just tap my ruby slippers 3 times and ‘poof’, I’m lying by her side and tomorrow is the first day at my new job? Guess not. I don’t fancy ruby slippers.
A voice of an assumingly young lady came off a low quality speaker with the volume turned full blast. As soon as I heard the tap on the microphone, I knew something’s wrong. I was right. They will be a slight delay due to a ‘slight’ difficulty. Oh man… it’s going to be a long night. I set down my baggage one by one. Followed by my delayed ass.
As always, I’m on the phone with Emme. She will keep me company until I get to my bunker aka berth. Keeping me happy while I wait for my ride. Come to think of it, we’re always on the phone. We might not be living together (yet) but I think we’re so updated about what the other person is doing that we can’t even tell that we’re living apart. We even took the phone to the shower! (Thanks to the wonderful world of speakerphone). Ok, that might sound a bit perverted so please disregard that last comment if you’re under 18 or are easily disgusted or both.
I sat on an old taken down wooden electric pole turned bench. I’m guessing it was ‘cengal emas’. A few people sat with me. Some of them wear their frustration outside. Others just looked, sleepy. Some even slept where they sat, to my amazement.
In 3 weeks, I will be boarding my one way train. I will be moving in with Emme. Excited? That’s an understatement. Ecstatic? Getting warmer. Truth is, I’m so happy, I’m literally numb. Hence the three bags of random, utterly useless stuff that I’m about to dump at Emme’s house and declare as my essential belongings. Well, at least we can have a good laugh about it later.
In all seriousness, I am still unable to digest what is actually going on. This is our dream. This is an answered prayer. But when it finally happened, we just don’t know how to begin to take it in. We’re like 2 squirrels trapped in a nut silo. We go nuts. Literally!
Emme still ask me now and again whether this is really happening and I still gave her a long pause before the hesitant ‘yes’. And I am still trying to reassure myself that yes means yes!
And then everything came pouring in. Fear, doubt, anxiety. Thanks to the power of overthinking. Will I be able to make her happy? Is she going to feel annoyed with me after a while? Are we going to get into fights? Gosh, scary thoughts. But Emme reassured me that everything’s going to work out fine. And that it’s impossible for her to be annoyed with me as long as I shower regularly and reduce my habit of saying things in a repetitive manner. That will need practice but, achievable.
In 3 weeks, I will be sleeping in the warmth of her satin like skin and waking up to her beautiful smile. And they’ll be no more goodbyes. No more abrupt meetings. We don’t have to try to cramp a month of activities in one weekend. Soon, we can take it slow. We can walk by the lake and wait for the sunset. We can sip the coffee when it’s really below skin scorching temperature. Goodness gracious me, we can loaf! That is a luxury we have never tasted before.
The speaker lady spoke again. The train had overcome its slight difficulties and is now on its way to pick us poor sleepy soul. I am coming my love. With me are prove that soon, I won’t be leaving anymore. Soon, we will be doing all those things we’ve always dreamed about. Soon. We’ll be together.
Hang on tight sweetheart, we’re going for a ride.
