I stood at the entrance of the San Antonio International Airport, smiling and waving bye to my mom, who was driving away probably not looking back. I was still struggling to accept the fact that I was leaving my home and moving up north to Albany, New York.
I walked inside the airport and got myself and my bags checked. With all the luck I have, the sensor went off when I walked through it. A cop, who was a woman, came to check me-she looked at me with a cold expression and meant nothing but business.
“All clear!” she yelled and let me pass.
I waited for my plane to come from 7:16am to 8:30am, not to mention that the plane was thirty minutes late. I gave the attendant my ticket and walked down the cold aisle to get onto the plane. The flight felt no more than an hour or two, knowing that I was asleep for majority of the ride.
The landing was bumpy, more settled than a roller coaster, but still, heart throbbing.
After regaining my bags, I walked out of the airport and walked to one of the many taxi’s lined up waiting for easy cash.
“Where you going?” his accent was hard to comprehend.
“Loudon Arms, please,” I pushed myself against the door, with the fear of being in danger.
“You ain’t from here, ay?” what a creep!
“No,” I wanted no conversation with this potential pedophile.
The rest of the drive was silent and awkward.
“Fifty dollars,” he put his arm towards me and had his hand wide open.
I gave him the money and got out of the taxi driver’s expensive yellow cab. I looked up at the building and swallowed. I took a deep breath and walked in.
