Find Yourself (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

The night had gone by terribly fast; I wasn't able to get any sleep and starred at the ceiling for the whole night. I was still wide awake when the alarm from my phone went off and had to start getting ready to leave to the airport. I turned my alarm off and got up from bed and headed to the closet to search for an outfit that suited my trip. I knew it rained a lot at London and that I would probably need a jacket or coat when I arrived, and airports are normally cold. I settled for a white tee, black leggings and my Nike Air Force 1 white shoes. I grabbed my underwear and the rest of my clothes and entered the bathroom in my room. I put my outfit on a small table I have inside my bathroom, then I took off my clothes and went to take a shower. I didn't know what to expect when I arrived at London, I was somehow excited that I would be able to live with my dad. I hadn't lived with him for a year now and we only saw each other for spring break. Although we will not be spending that much time together taking into consideration that he is a doctor, or as they call them in the UK, a Medical Practitioner.

Once I was done showering, I dried myself with the towel and slipped on my outfit for the day. I headed out of the bathroom and grabbed some socks from a drawer, and then I sat on the bed, dried my feet with the towel and slipped my black socks on. Grabbing my shoes and putting them on, I wondered if my mom was already up. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with my look and grateful it was comfortable. I love to put on cute outfits, the feeling is just awesome, and I dress for myself and satisfaction. Looking at my hair I decided to curl the ends just so it wouldn't be straight and boring. Don't get me wrong, I love my straight hair, but by curling the ends it add more volume and looks beautiful as well. I grabbed the curling iron and my makeup bag and set them on top of my makeup dresser.

While I was curling the ends of my hair, I heard my mother's footsteps on the corridor. She knocked on my door and told her to come in.

"Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes although I'm still nervous, did you sleep well?" I somehow lied but added some truth to it; I was terribly nervous and anxious.

"Very well thank you and don't be nervous honey everything will be alright, just give it a try," she said with her soft and caring voice. I had always loved my parents' voice, they brought peace and reassurance. Their British accents made me envy them, let's be honest, British accents are hot.

Both my parents are from London and met in college here in Boston. My mother is a lawyer, a really convincing and strong headed woman; she was fantastic as a lawyer. My dad on the other hand is a doctor; they both settled in Boston and were always hard-working. I was proud that they were successful and found happiness in their jobs; but soon they started to notice how their marriage wasn't working. They barely saw each other, barely talked and their communicating skills with one another were weak.

They married at a fairly young age; my mother had just turned twenty-two when she married my dad, who was twenty-five back then. I came into the picture a year later after their wedding. My parents took very good care of me considering they barely finished their basic studies at their fields when I came to their lives. When I turned two, they both continue with their studies, my dad specialized in Cardiology and my mother focused her studies in the field of Civil Rights. How could I not be proud of them?

As you can guess, someone had to help them with me; I had several nannies that did a great job helping my parents raise me and helping maintain the house clean and healthy. My parents had financial support from their parents in order for them to finish their education. All my grandparents lived in London but now my mom's parents live in Germany and my dad's parents live in France. I barely get to see any of my grandparents but they are so lovely, caring and fun; I wish I got to see them more.