LSB’s arrival scene had been playing on loop in my head for several weeks. I would stand at the dingy arrivals hall at Schonefeld looking radiant. LSB would get off the plane and fly into my arms. We would embrace. He would vow to abandon his studies in Edinburgh with immediate effect. We would elope. Publishers would flock to our door offering him a job. If that didn’t happen, I would pick up enough freelance shifts to hire him as my domestic servant.
But my dreams were thwarted by wintry showers. The trains on the way to the airport were cancelled. LSB’s flight was due in at 12.40. I was shivering at a train station at the time. The plane had the audacity to land punctually. At 12.45 LSB called me.
“Katzi! I can’t believe you’re trying to dodge me. After all this time!”
“Did you not get my text?” I cried. “I’ll be there soon, promise.”
“Four months!” he said, sighing.
The S45 condescended to arrive. When it pulled in at Schoenefeld, I dashed like there was no tomorrow. I arrived panting and with a pile of snowy slush heaped on each of my boots. LSB was standing there, looking maddeningly nonchalant. “Oh you turned up then?” he said.
I welcomed him with a punch.
LSB has aged gracefully since I last saw him in August. The highland air has been kind to his complexion and he even trimmed his beard in anticipation of our reunion. He still insists on wearing unsuitable canvas shoes in all weather and lists meeting Joe Duffy as the most momentous occasion of his life.
The last few days have been idyllic. We have been streaming Seventh Heaven online and pressing pause at opportune times. Reverend Eric Camden’s expression of brave resilience has been etched, again and again in our memories. Last night we listened to the Adrian Kennedy phone-show.
Sometimes we interrupt our analysis of the Camdens with weighty conversations about our future. When we get tired of that we go to the Christmas market and buy a bag of five Quark balls, which we share in an equitable ratio of 4 to me and 1 to LSB.
Sometimes we use our infinite wisdom and experience of travel to cast wistful judgement on the country we’ve left behind. Ireland has become homogeneous and backward since we left.
We wonder how the Catholic Church can still have such a hold. And we wonder if the recession will ever end.
Then we smile when we think about cosy nights in the pub with friends, Tayto crisps and the way Grafton Street twinkles at Christmas time.
We may have been temporarily evicted but it’s home, glorious home and the craic at Christmas will be almighty.
You better not elope without inviting me — I hear Buffalo is a great place, you could do it there.
Also, what is a quark ball pray tell? Sounds ledgetastic.
Will Kevin Kinkurk meet me at the airport? We should watch season 1 together on Skype sometime. There are some real gems in there.
Quarkbaellchen are light donut-like balls filled with quark. They’re crispy on the outside and soft inside. You should come here and try some!
PS I hope my package has arrived?
How can you not love this post? Congrats 🙂 Enjoy your holiday!
Aw, thanks Katie! All joking aside, it’s lovely to be with my boyfriend after all this time apart 🙂
Oh I’m so glad he’s over & you can enjoy some proper time together. I was so excited when I saw the word “elope” but then re-read the title. Oh well, maybe soon!! 😛 xx
Sweet and heart warming entry – injected with your usual dose of humor of course 🙂
Some of your blog posts are so sweet!
Thanks Aileen 🙂 Makes up for ones where we argue about cheese! Hope you’re keeping well!
I’m keeping well. Been reading a lot of your stuff lately! Keep up the good work!