Took the last train home.. Oh, someone’s here, too.

Rhuwell Samano
Sep 1, 2018 · 3 min read
“trees on mountain” by Johannes Hofmann on Unsplash

I’ve always been oddly attached to the idea of taking the “last train home”.

The whole idea of taking the LAST train.. the last way to get to where you need to go.. it’s almost as if it’s one of those “now or never” metaphors.

But, it also speaks to how a person can enjoy the moment of where they are.. all up until the end when it’s time to go. Then, there’s the choice of staying where you are or getting onto the train and heading to your next stop for the next adventure.

It’s truly one of the most paralyzing things ever to decide. Once you make a decision, there isn’t going back.

I’ve also been thinking about the “train of thought” concept, recently.

Everyone has always assumed they’re the only ones on the train — but have you ever had anyone else on that same train with you?

It’s happened to me recently and it’s been filled with bizarre coincidences and similarities. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to meet me, and oddly enough, it happened. And it’s exactly as you think it would go.

So, here I am, getting on the “last train home”.. thinking I’m going to be alone on my “train of thought”.. leaving behind what wasn’t meant for me any longer and heading to my next destination.. and lo and behold,

..there’s someone sitting in the train car as well!

I thought this was going to be a quiet and almost depressingly lonely journey to myself but instead, it’s now a super pleasant and deeply relieving conversation with what essentially could have been a mirror image of myself.

The sense of familiarity made me feel like this stranger was a longtime friend from another life. Sharing our thoughts and experiences with each other and finding them to be virtually the same..

..it felt like we were just going through years of memories we had already had together.

How could a stranger feel so close to me?

I don’t know where exactly I’m going on this train — I never have. I wonder if she knows either. But, for some reason, a strange part of me feels like I do know.

I also wonder where she’s been already.. how long is the ride.. and even more nerve-wracking — will she get off at the same stop with me when that time comes?

Or, maybe this is one of those things where there aren’t any stops left to get off..

..just two travelers going through life’s stops, getting off and on, only to find each other on a train heading to no particular destination when the real destination itself was right there, right on that train, right next to each other.

I would try to find out all the answers to those questions, but this looks like it’s going to be a long ride and honestly, it’s a really good conversation so far.

I’m just going to enjoy the warm company for now until the bell rings and the train stops.

I’m also kind of hoping the train doesn’t stop.

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