The bus for Cramond was taking far longer than expected. All of the interns crowded around the bus stop waiting. There was a small family with a baby and a carriage. An old lady came by, but none of the interns made an offer to move. I wasn’t going to let her stand and wait, so I gave up my seat.
She was so grateful and began talking about her children. There were three of them, all born in different places. Her husband had been in the military so they traveled quite a bit.
There were scars on her body, and her skin was covered in dark blotches like overgrown freckles. The others looked at her as if she was disgusting. She must’ve been around 70, maybe a little older. Despite her age, she seemed lively and ready to take on anything.
She had a smile as she began telling me about about her kids. She had taken them to South Africa, North America, and all over Europe. While she loved being in Scotland now, she said there was no place like South Africa. It was peaceful, gorgeous, and a good place to raise the kids with all the English culture there.
I told her about my dad staying over there for a bit for work. She laughed when I told her he wanted to pick us up and move over there once he got back.
Her kids had done well over the years. Some became lawyers and others doctors. They got married and had their own kids. Not one is in the same spot they were before. They’re scattered across Europe and other places.
Despite her kids being so far away, she was happy they moved. They moved to a place they considered home. A place where they were truly happy. It’s something rare to find these days. Her and her husband still travel to see them, and they’ll occasionally come up for a visit. But it becomes few and far with how busy they have all become.
She said the one thing she was happy to grant her kids was the ambition to travel and pursue their dreams. Traveling so young made them aware of all the different cultures. It was hard on them, but it worked out in the end.
Her bus came and she had to leave. The others breathed a sigh of relief, but I was sad to see her go. I saw a lot of my grandma in her, and she was a joy to speak with.
It’s people like these who make trips worth the experience. You never know who you’ll meet or what stories you’ll hear. But each one has something you can learn from because there’s always another side to a story.