Train

Today, I made a bad decision. I can’t go back on it, so I’m trying very, very hard to live with it.

I’m currently (well, not currently as when this is posted, but currently as when I am writing this) on the train from LA to San Diego. It has some fancy name like Skyliner or Skynet; I don’t remember. The point is, I am stuck on a train going no more than forty miles an hour, without internet, and WITHOUT MY PHONE.

You’ve seen me post about my phone several times. I’m kind of attached. My phone was stolen last May and it was a very traumatic experience.

I realized I didn’t have my phone 5 minutes before the train left. I reached into my bag and voilà—no phone. Panicked, I emptied the bag, twice. I remember searching through the bag earlier this morning for the little pouch to put the phone in. I remember putting the phone in the pouch. I have no idea if I then put the phone into the bag. If I did not, it’s still at home. If I did, then it’s somewhere in my car, or mysteriously disappeared in the walk from the car to the train station. What could I do? I ran off the train. The conductor stopped me—obviously I was crazy. Who misses a train because they can’t find their phone? The next train was at 8:30, an hour from now. That would put me into San Diego at 10:30, which I had decided yesterday was too late. I stood on the platform, torn. Then I jumped onto the train.

Now I’m pouting on the top row of the train, listening to it hoot joyfully and I’m not quite so joyful. It sways back and forth and all I can think is that I don’t have my phone. Where could it be? What if I’m wrong and there’s a forth possibility and it’s completely lost and I never find it again? I try to reconcile myself to that possibility. I imagine jumping off the train and running back to Los Angeles. It would be possible and I was totally going to do it at the next stop, but the conductor just came by and clipped my ticket. I’m stuck. Phoneless. On a train.

The good news is, I can survive phoneless. I borrowed a friendly fellow passenger’s phone to call my mother (who didn’t answer, big surprise) and ask her to tell my Aunt that I’m coming in and beg Adam to track the phone—at least in two hours I will know exactly where it is. And, if anyone has taken my phone since it has been unattended, I can stalk them via the internet. As soon as I get off this damn train.