Goodbye

Rose came with me to the train station, as I knew he would. There was no keeping him away. He helped to carry my bags all the way from my apartment. It's not particularly far away but moving isn't a light-weight business. This would not be a tearful affair however. Rose had booked a flight that left a week from now. "Just a week!", we cracked jokes about the fact that we would see each other on the other side before we could get a chance to miss each other and told poorly made-up puns about the whole situation. After we had put my bags in the cramped little space where I had my assigned seat, we stepped out and hugged one last time before I departed. One last embrace on Swedish ground.

"Love you, honey", Rose mumbled and kissed me right on the tip of my nose."I love you too", I said, and tickled his neck. We chuckled together, then I stepped on board the train.

As I made my way to my seat, I accidentally hit one passenger in the face with my back-pack. I gave him a shy apologetic smile and sat down and turned to face the window. I do it the Scandinavian way, quick and quiet. I come from a country where it's totally acceptable to take up two seats for you and your bag to avoid company. During my travels I've come to noticed that this practice is not universally loved. The man just gave me an exhausted look and turned back to his newspaper.

I saw Rose standing on the platform waving at me. He stood out from the crowd, standing still as he did, he was one of the few people who wasn't rushing past my window in a hurry. He looked radiant in the afternoon sunshine and his turquoise short added a comical effect on the otherwise "cool guy" that he was. His long-brown hair got caught in the summer breeze and it floated around him like a halo. I almost rolled my eyes over the corny symbolism. As the train started to depart he kissed his hand and waved goodbye one last time. I copied him as I watched how he disappeared into the distant.

I put my headphones on and covered my eyes with the screen on my snapback. It was early July and one of the better days in the summer of '16. The sun sunk lower towards the horizon as we cleared the city limits. Heading south, the landscapes opened up. As the train picked up speed the suns dull rays filled the compartment and started to heat up the cart. The thing was old and had an ancient ventilation system. I took off my leather jacket and put my shoeless feet up on the tray table in front of me. The hills rolled by and I leaded back in my seat. I pressed play and a lovely voice filled my ears. I smiled happily to myself as I listened to the lyrics. The blonde and beautiful country singer sang about a breakup with a boy, but it felt like she was singing about me. I am always on the move, I am always travelling. I am always going to fly away in the search of my Neverland.