The past few days have gone by in a blur and nothing seemed real until last night. I walked Anna to the train station and there we both cried for we knew it would be the last time we saw each other for half a year. Tears flowed down our bright red cheeks through cried of "I love you" but I forbade the uttering of "goodbye". None of it seemed real until I sat there in the lobby lounge, leaving a phone call from Anna in the bustling airport lobby. I sat there and it still didn't seem real - I still couldn't believe I was about to embark on a journey that would being me back home in May next year - 2009. Having gotten through airport secturity and check-in without much upset - taking a couple of things out of my bag to make it a carry-on. Now, in this lounge, bad game shows play on the big TV as I prepared for the 24hr flight to London and then the short hop to Berlin. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I'm sure that once I'm on the plane and get a stiff drink, I'll be alright.
I start reading my book for a short while, but can barely concentrate with the noise of the chatter and the television. I look up and see the news update to see the flaming wreckage of a plane and "details of the crash at 6" and I mutter "oh great" under my breath.
WaaaaanchaaaaaaaAAAAHH!! - why am I always near the crying, wailing baby whose parents seem unable to get it to shut up?
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