These are the planes, buses, and automobiles that keep me up awake at night, stewing, wondering, wishing….
Automobiles: The first night I met him, we went to a rugby match. We talked the whole time. We got on so well, right from the word go. We made each other laugh a lot and bonded over South Park and Team America, of all things. We went to a diner, that later became a spot we frequented a lot, and got milkshakes. On the way out the door, he shoved me into the street right in front of a car. From them on we were best friends. Naturally.
Buses: One year from the time we started dating, I moved back to Ireland. I got the bus from Shannon to Galway, but passing through Gort the bus broke down. I had to borrow a girl’s phone to text him and tell him I’d be late. He had to take the morning off work to meet me and show me how to get to his house. We didn’t know how much time he’d have before he had to go back to work with how late the bus got in. When we pulled into the station I saw him from the window of the bus. He was wearing his blue O’Neills hoodie with the yellow stripes. I got off the bus and went to hug him before I even collected my luggage. I felt more than ever that I was home.
Planes: He came to Dublin Airport to meet me when I arrived. I hadn’t seen him in a month, but somehow it felt much longer. We’d planned the trip spur of the moment. His brother was in a cycling race that would take him around the circumference of the country. I’d been invited to join and would also be there for my birthday. My phone wasn’t working when I landed, but we found each other anyway. We always just seemed to have a way of finding each other. The airport arrivals was very crowded that day, but to me there was no one else there at all.
Automobiles: Things had been shaky for some time. There was a girl I was quite jealous of and he’d gone to the beach with her and some others. I screamed at him on the phone. As much as he didn’t like me when I screamed, I equally disliked myself when I became that person. He came home and texted me that he was sitting in his car outside the apartment. I went out and sat in the passenger seat. That’s when everything ended. I’d tried to end it the week before, but it hadn’t stuck. We had agreed we couldn’t give each other up. I was ready to work at it. I was ready to fix it. But this time it stuck.
Buses: I got to the bus station first. It’d been a long journey, I was wearing sandals, and it was freezing. I was sat on the bench outside the bus station and could feel my toes turning to stone from the cold. His bus arrived from Limerick late and I’d been waiting at least an hour at that point. I saw his head in the window. His hair was the first thing I recognized. I stood up to walk down the few steps from the station to the bus and could barely move my toes at all. He got off the bus and we kissed right away. I forgot about how cold my toes were after that.
Planes: The day I left Ireland was the worst day of my life so far. He drove me to the airport. We both cried on the way there. I begged him to turn around and take me home. Somehow we both got through checking me in, I had to pay extra for my second bag which, if you know me, makes things even worse. We sat down and cried again. He had to go to go work, so we said goodbye at the sliding glass doors. I’ve never dreaded anything more. I watched him walk to his car through the glass. I can still perfectly picture seeing his head over the roof of the car. I ran back out to the car then. We cried again. I wonder now what the people around us thought. My world was ending and they were watching. I couldn’t watch him drive away. I called him as soon as I got through security, and I cried asking him to turn around and please come back and get me. I flew to London. I called him again. It was lunch, the time he would come home from work and we’d make sandwiches together and watch Jeremy Kyle or something equally intelligent together if I wasn’t at college working on my thesis. I said I missed him already, he said he did too of course. We must’ve said I love you a hundred times that day. 11 hours later I landed in San Francisco. I saw my family and I cried. I was supposed to feel like I was home, but I couldn’t have felt further from it.
These are the planes, buses, and automobiles that keep me up at night.