What I Believe In

I never would’ve guessed that a plane ticket would change my life. But, it did. What I thought of as an inexpensive totally tourist-y trip to Caelum was actually a trip that would change what I had believed for these past years.

“Honey, Maegan” my mom said downright excited. Her brown eyes twinkled the same way people said my blue green eyes did whenever I’m excited. “You always wanted to go to Europe, right dear?” There was a glint of mischievousness.

“Yes! Why?” I exclaimed happily, assuming it was a trip to Paris. I’ve always been in love with that place.

“I’m finally going to Paris!”

“You’re going to Caelum.”

Big mistake. We said that at the exact same time. The silence that followed seemed like an eternity. Finally, I tried to break out the silence.

“Wow, mom. Thanks,” I muttered half-heartedly. I didn’t want to disappoint my mom. But, it’s just that I thought I would finally get something I wanted. But as always, in the end, I didn’t. “I’m going to Caelum. whippie.” I faked a smile but it was obvious, tears were slowly building up in my eyes. “I’m going to Caeulum where the Louvre Museum is not found. To the place where the Eiffel Tower is not located. I’ve practically dreamed all my life to go to a place not called Paris, France."

“Now, now, sweety...”I was surprised by how light her reaction was. “ Caelum is a beautiful country. It’s the –“

“One of the two beautiful countries between France and Britain, yes, I know. You’ve been telling me that since like, last year.  But really mom, what makes it so special? I mean, Andorra is between Spain and France. Why shouldn’t it receive your amusement and wonder?” I laughed shakily.

“Someday, you’ll know. You’ll know why I’m sending you tickets to Caelum , not France. It’s for your own good.”

What was that? She had known that for about 10 years, ever since I was 7, I wanted to go to Paris. Ever since I saw Princess Diaries, the movie, I had waited for so long to feel that beat in my heart. Ever since then, I had loved cheesy chick flicks, romantic quotes and simply believed in fairytales and clichés and that Prince Charming would sweep me off my feet. Ever since then, I’ve dreamed and was determined that I’d fall in love in Paris.

Yes. I am not afraid to say it. I am a complete hopeless romantic. But that’s the way it is. Novels and movies always loved to have a cynical, non believer of destiny, independent,outcasted girl who seemed to have a shallow hatred for makeup (I’m okay with it, not too much though) . They always get the guy in the end, or maybe even the bishes, the felmale dogs, who turn oh-so-good in the end. But what about girls like me? What about that those that dream of finding love, those who go with the flow? What about those who would like their life to be exciting? Someone so unnoticeable like me?

I just, I just hope one day, fate would give a chance to a girl like me.