Auckland Museum
Auckland, New Zealand
December 2010
He turns up on the bus stop on a Saturday, wearing a low-cut version of my green chucks. He finds me mad.
What girl would insist on taking the bus in the commuter-unfriendly upperclass suburb like ours?
A girl like me.
This is selfish. But I want to see for myself how he’d fare through life. There are two options: live the rest of my life with him; or take him to a bus ride.
As it has been with me, bus rides are a test of patience, perseverance and persistence. Compatibility and comfortability too, gauged by the quality of conversations and the feeling when I finally muster enough courage to lay my head on his shoulder.
This is a test for him, the bus ride. So that when he succeeds, I can take my test.
Live the rest of my life with him.
