I miss having friends like myself. Life is just so much more exciting when they’re around.
Tonight, I found out that a friend was on his way home on the train. I knew his route, so far as trains were concerned, and his final station was a small one, with only one exit. So, even though we have plans to meet tomorrow evening, I thought I’d surprise him tonight. I got two different types of tea (green and milk), cold from the store, and headed to his station. Based on where he was when he had last mentioned to me that he was on his way home, I would be just in time to meet him, and I might possibly beat him by a good ten minutes to his station.
I was already on the first train he could have taken home, and he didn’t seem to be on that one. So, once I arrived to his station, I checked out the exit options – yes, there is only one – and then found a place to settle down and read on the platform.
Almost an hour later, I am on my way home, still carrying both teas. He didn’t show. I don’t know what happened, and I likely won’t ever know, because we don’t entirely speak the same language. And I think I really don’t mind so much that he didn’t show. It’s more just that the whole thing made me miss my especially close friends, the ones who would have known that I was waiting at the station for them, simply because I had asked where they were beforehand.
The thing is, I don’t do well with packing. I’m not sure what is in the way of it for me, but I almost always seem to resist packing. I so desperately want to get myself packed up, and like right now, right now. But I’ve been unsuccessful in doing that for the past three-ish weeks already.
The worst part of it this time is that it is stressing me out extremely, and I still can’t seem to get over whatever it is, and just pack. So instead, I get to be stressed and to think of all hear things I miss and of all the things that drive me nuts here.
That’s all I have to say about that right now.