The bus...

          Drastic times call for drastic measures or so they say. Well I would not exactly call taking the bus a drastic measure; however, it was a new a and scary thing I experienced for the first time this weekend. Thursday night I got the call that no one ever wants to hear; my boyfriend was very ill and being admitted into the hospital. I was scared, but knowing there was nothing I could do Thursday night. I just prayed that he was in good hands. I knew I needed to get home though. The earliest I could leave was Saturday morning.

          The only way I could get home was by taking a bus because my parents were working. I booked the earliest bus on Saturday leaving to Boston. There was not going to be anything stopping me; I needed to be there for him when he was sick. I was at first nervous to take the bus but I knew it was my only way home. I first took a bus from New Haven to Hartford. In Hartford I had a 45 minute layover and I changed buses. From Hartford I continued on to my destination of Framingham Massachusetts. This was were by boyfriend Anthony was hospitalized. It was all together a four hour trip. It was long, but well worth it. I was glad I was able to see Anthony who was very sick. Anthony had appendicitis and bacteria in his blood which led to more complications. On Sunday night, I had to head back to school. Anthony was post surgery and stable, however I wish I did not have to leave.

          The bus ride was smooth. I was nervous at first but it was pretty straight forward. I would definitely take the bus to get home again. Although I hope in the future I hope I don't have to come home on such upsetting news.