Travel Alone

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With the coming of this May day, I made a decision to my own surprise. Unlike staying in ChangSha during previous golden holidays, I jumped on a train bond for a place where my best friend had lived and studied for 3 years in hope that I could breathe the air of that piece of land in person. In fact,I had never bought a solo ticket to a destination, I even didn’t know how to take a train alone, but for my part the sacred friendship has the power to transform a once timid girl into a fearless traveller.

The trip is smooth, as it were. Without fear and anxiety, only excitement swept over me although imaginary romance didn’t occur. Sitting by the train window, I even feel my heart throbbing when the train was shuttling through a desert of suburbs. I am to see my best friend , her boyfriend ,her classmates and her school. What a lucky dog I am.
Arriving in the station, I was warmly welcomed by her and her boyfriend. In the next few days, I had the happiest time since the new year began. Only together with her needn’t I put on that annoying mask. It seemed that all of a sudden all my repressed nature found its way out. Unbridledly we waddled in the street hand in hand and burst into loud laughter or vulgaritles from time to time, without least regard for others’ astonished eyes. Yes, we are definitely showing off we are young and we have the most precious friendship in the world, and I even want to take a greedy possession of it forever.

But somehow the climax of happiness always made me dejected. One night, her boyfriend, she and I were wandering around the campus. Looking at our shadows stretched by the streetlight. She made a satisfactory exclamation, “I’m the luckiest girl in the world”. Yes , with both love and friendship in her hands,what else does she expect for? I admire her very much, but not envy her. It goes without sayingthat I would rather she lived happier than me. But at the same time, I can’t avert the influence of some selfish ambivalence. If the balance could not be kept in her mind,what would she prefer,love or friendship? If I were she,what would I do?

These questions kept spinning in my head until I got on the return train. Before it pulled away,she gave me a soulful hug and a piece of paper saying that, “whenever and wherever,you are my best friend . No one can compare with you”. When I lifted my head again,outside the window the glittery neon lights drew back at a very quick speed and I wondered since when my eyes had been gleaming,too.

This is my first lonely travel from which I’ve learnt a lot. The few friends I keep in touch with have become even more central. Yes ,they help me through all these years,help me not unravel today,help me get out of insert city without a feeding tube. So I’ m grateful for my life because I still have something familiar,something to call my own,someone I love or trust when I’m desperately lonely.