Our spot of sunshine
Last night, Rusty and I had dinner with a friend of his, Jakub, a cute 26-year-old Polish guy who looks like he’s 14. Scruffy blonde hair, a button nose and a puppy-like attention span. He works at Sony too, but he says he is leaving the city next month. He wants to join his boyfriend Tero in Finland.
“What are you going to do when you get there?” I ask. He answers me with a grin: “Fuck?” We laugh.
I can tell Rusty likes him a lot. He says to me later in the cab ride back that Jakub is his “little spot of sunshine” in this city. Of course, I feel a green twinge, but decide to be happy for him. We all need a fix of sunshine when we’re away from our loved ones.
In about 12 hours I will be back at Seoul airport waiting to board my flight home. It has been a good weekend, but it is never enough. The past few months, we have seen ourselves go through so many teary goodbyes at train stations, bus stops and airport terminals.
What I crave is some permanence. A home to share, days to start and end together.
That may come soon. Rusty is petitioning for the company to move him down to Singapore. When that happens, even the darkest days will be bearable. We will be all the sunshine we need for each other.