A piece of me was left in Europe. It was one last thread to a year spent abroad, and to a relationship that no longer existed. I was set to fly out in a few weeks to retrieve it.
Then my flight to Dublin got cancelled. Continue reading The Last of Our Ties
I didn’t realize how much baggage you could pack into a carry-on.
Three pairs of shoes, four pairs of pants, some shorts, enough underwear and shirts for a week. And all that shit about past breakups, of the romantic and business kind. I’m glad they didn’t make me weigh the bag. Continue reading The Baggage We Carry
“I was really excited to meet up with you because I knew you’d be gone in two weeks.”
Maybe I should have read the writing on the wall. Continue reading A Place in Our Hearts
I’d never wanted a vacation to be over before it started.
Maybe it was because I knew we’d be over when the trip ended. Maybe I was trying to delay the inevitable. Continue reading It Won’t Go: On Breaking Up After a Climbing Trip
We walked to the quarry and had our first talk of the end. She’d come to visit from Budapest and was staying for a long weekend. We’d last seen each other five weeks before and spent the ensuing time apart on separate continents. We left on good turns. Now we were back in Krakow and … Continue reading The Black Magic and Heart Break of Zakrzówek Quarry
Aaron Gerry 