‘Till Traveling Do Us Part
Bill Murray once crashed a bachelor party and theorized that you must not plan out love but rather sponatiously travel together and endure the journey. This is what he said:
“If you love someone you think is the one, don’t just sort of think it your ordinary mind, “OK, let’s makes a date.. And have a party… And get married. Take that person and travel around the world and go to places that are hard to get to and hard to get out of. And when you come back and if you’re still in love with that person…get married at the airport.”
My mind rummages through myriad thoughts thinking if traveling is truly loves best test and if I packed my toothbrush. Most definitely I left my toothbrush in the cabinet. Where is my passport? Oh my god. OH MY G- nevermind. I knew I packed it in my suitcase because I told myself I’d forget.
Anyways, where was I? Yes, of course. I concur with the theory that one must travel with someone first before involving marriage. Looking to my right at the accompanied seat I see him sitting there flashing an ecstatic smile.
“Babe, I think I forgot to pack my toothbrush.” I say.
His smile remains intact and he calmly nods. Perhaps he didn’t hear me. Slowly the rose-colored glasses will fade and we will have no choice but to confront love for what it really is. As boarding time comes closer my fingers become even more fidgety and my legs won’t stop swifting.
He turns to me and grabs my hand. ”You’ll be ok please stop fidgeting! I know you’re getting anxious about this flight. I brought you your favorite book.”
“Take that person and travel around the world and go to places that are hard to get to and hard to get out of.”
Conscious of running his patience thin, I start to think again about Bill and his theory on love. Wise words- and as the logic goes, if you spend enough time with someone in a foreign place without managing to drive each other crazy, it’s most likely a good sign it’s meant to be. Challenges are vital, it’s when you discover if you make a great teamwork or simply just can’t stand each other.
“And when you come back and if you’re still in love with that person…get married at the airport.”
As we make our way to boarding, I frantically grab my back pockets looking for my passport. Oh no- could I have really managed to forget my passport? I drop my pursue to the ground and start pulling everything out. Gently, a hand goes over my shoulder to call my attention.
“Honey, I have your passport. I know you to well. And also, I packed an extra toothbrush I just know how forgetful you are. But hey, we make a great team right?” He said.
We are off to a great start. If this trip is successful, our compatibly will tackle any hardships thrown our way. All that’s left to say is Bill, you were absolutely right. If you find “The one” ditch the logic, travel, and when you come back and you’re still in love with that person…get married at the airport. For better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until traveling do us part.