Many years ago my grandmother’s youngest sister was seen at a train station hopping aboard a steam train…she hasn’t been seen since. No one knows what happened to her. She simply disappeared. It’s one of my family’s great mysteries.
This past weekend, I think I figured out what happened. I think she deliberately ran away. I can’t say that I blame her, I understand. My family will drive you to drink, or to an asylum, or to finally break down and say “f*%k it”, board a train, and disappear. Right now, if I had the money, a job wherever I was going and a train station I’d probably do the same thing.
My uncle did it too. He didn’t board a train but he did finally say “f*%k this $h*t” and take off. He’s travelled all over the U.S. and barely ever speaks to, or visits, the family. I can’t blame him either. It seems to happen once every generation…someone finally breaks free from the madness and escapes to live their own life. I’m ready to be that person for my generation. I’m ready to save my money, find a job, and disappear (with my husband and puppy of course. I’d never leave them. Those two are my world.)
On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere…
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, – Know when to walk away and know when to run (and when to board a train and never look back).