I’m allergic to English train stations and airports
Posted on November 29, 2008 by yankeebean
I’m sitting on a train on my way to Leeds right now. I’m only going to Leeds for the day, and I’m actually going to meet up with peacefulyorkshire and pacificyorkshirebird which I am EXCITED about!!
But I’ve just left York train station and I feel a little sick and emotional. There’s a lump in my throat, and my heart is beating really fast. “Why”, you ask? Because I’m allergic to English train stations and airports. And being an American that’s in love with an English man has made me this way.
I have accepted that I’ll always be pulled in two opposite directions. That I’ll always miss someone somewhere, whether it’s my guy or my family. It’s something I have to live with if I’m going to be with Mr Nice Guy, and I AM going to be with Mr Nice Guy, so I better just suck it up.
I dated Mr NG for 4 years while I was living in the US ans he was living in the UK. FOUR FREAKIN YEARS of long distance. Looking back it’s just a smear of phone calls, emails, plane trips, all-sex-or-no-sex, crying-and-lonliness or smiling-and-loved-up feelings. Even thinking of it now makes me feel kinda panicky… like a worm hole is going to suck me back to my College years and I’ll have to do it all again.
Over the years, I came to associate train stations and airports with the extreme emotions that go along with a long distance relationship. I was only ever there because I was saying hello or goodbye to the person I love the most.
So now every time I travel in England, I get this slightly tight and panicky feeling. And I just saw a couple saying good-bye on the train platform and I felt like bawling. BAWLING.
I’m only going to Leeds for the FREAKIN DAY!!
They say you can discover new allergies when you move abroad. Well it turns out I’m allergic to English train stations and airports.