I never really wanted to move. I had it amazing before I moved to Paris from Portland. Nice friends, a cozy house and a school that I like with teachers that care about the students. When I moved I thought my life ended and that everything was going...
I begin writing in my old journal, which I haven't written in for years. Okay, not years but a couple of months at least. I don't even know why I stopped writing in it. It's quite calming. I can just vent to it without feeling nervous. While I write the sentence I gain an audience from the airplane seat next to me. My dear mom.
"Why do you feel like crying Y/N?" she charily asks, almost afraid of hurting my feelings.
Mom's innocent comment makes me jump, she usually does not invade my privacy, and if she does she gives me a warning before.
Before I answer I take a deep breath so I can use my words carefully
"Well... It's not a surprise that I'm against this whole moving thing." I make a pause to study mom's face so I don't go too far, but it's kind of unreadable since her face is just blank. So I continue: "And I understand why we have to move... But why so far away from Portland? I mean I could bear moving to someplace near. Like Salem. Maybe even to a nearby state. But the place you picked is on another fricking continent!"
I raise my voice on the last sentence which makes mom's face slowly into an angry frown which makes me go into panic mode. An angry mom is not to play with. But surprisingly her face shifts into a softer expression. The face she makes when she is deep in thoughts. She looks down for a moment and then back to me, ready to talk.
"I guess I haven't told you why we are moving... Well, you know WHY we are moving" Oh, tell me something I don't know. "But not why we are moving to Paris"
Of course, I know why we are moving away from Portland, it was hard to miss what happened. When dad died mom didn't take it well. The only emotions she could feel were sadness and loneliness. I was practically the caretaker around the house. I cooked, I cleaned, I did the laundry, and everything else. I didn't even have time for homework or my friends on busy weeks. It was like this for weeks and didn't end until a friend of hers came and knocked on our door. After she talked to mom she became better and I didn't have a big part in making the house functional anymore.
She always talked about moving and I didn't think much of it until she got a phone call and everything changed. She was very excited and told me that we were moving to Paris. I was very surprised and she never told me why we are moving to just Paris, until now.
"We are moving to Paris because I grew up there." Well, that was anticlimactic... "And the house is my old home from when I was your age" Okay... That was her secret? Jeez... Well, that explains why mom pressured me into joining French at school. It seems like the long and boring French classes finally paid off. But why didn't she tell me? It doesn't seem like something to keep hidden from your daughter.
"But why-" I decide to ask her but my question get interrupted thanks to loud speakers that kind of hurt my ears, that is what I get for complaining.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Voler Airport. Local time is 1 am" Gosh. Have we been spending 13 hours on this plane? "And the temperature is 68 degrees"
I look out of the window, we have landed. How could I not have noticed? Maybe the conversation kept me occupied.
"On behalf of Briggs Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you onboard again soon. Have a nice stay!" Yeah... It will be longer than a stay for me buddy...
This flight went surprisingly smooth with no turbulence, thank God... I don't know if my poor heart would've made it. And now comes my least favorite part of the flight. The part where everyone has to get out and squish me to death. Hooray... Although that part sucks it's over before it starts and my tote bag with my pin collection smashed on it is safely in my hands.
When we are walking to take a taxi with all our luggage I remember that I never continued to write in my journal. Oh well! It's not like I'm going to continue writing it.
On the train, I watch the landscape around the train and it makes me open my mouth. It's kinda beautiful.
Mom watches me for a moment. "Ya like watcha see?" she giggles. She then looks with a proud expression. "Aren't you going to text Ally?"
Ah yes! Ally, my best friend since like diapers. It was the hardest to say goodbye to Ally.
I text her to the next station. A lot of fun texts and photos are exchanged. When she sends me a "HOW ARE U?" text I replied with a meme I have saved on my phone for a long fricking time that I have never used. But now, it is time.
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I remember that I showed my dad this a couple of months before it happened and he laughed his ass off, but later I showed to mom and she just shook her head and didn't understand it.
I thought it was funny.
The train trip is not that long and I can't even sit down before we have to leave the train. The trip to the house is just a five-minute walk.
To be honest, I had different expectations for the house. I thought it was going to be a cozy cottage. Like the cottages I see on Pinterest. But nope, it's just a house... Or an apartment? I honestly don't know. But when I walk inside it feels like a cozy cottage. Old furniture, but with an exception. A karaoke machine?! Holy crap! Did karaoke even exist when mom was my age?
"It's a little gift for being so understanding during our trip," she says with a big smile on her lips.
Gosh, mom's smile is infectious
"I fricking love it Mom!" I run towards her and give her a big hug, which she gladly returns.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" I scream before I leave her arms. "I know how much you like singing and I feel like i should encourage it"
I know that I have a good voice and I'm not even going to be humble about it. "Can we turn it on now?" I say, excited to sing again.
"Not yet Y/N dear... We must get some thing to eat first." Seeing me disappointed face she makes the best of the situation "Maybe at a café?" That got my attention real quick.
"Which one?" I say with a smile that mom returns. "I think one of my old classmates have a bakery nearby, wanna check it out?" "Sure," Why not? It's not like I'm going to say no to a café.
I feel like this day is going to be nice
(OKAYY HELLO!! This chapter is just a little backstory and no romance. MAYBEEE y/n will meet a certain someone next chapter 🤔🤔😜😜😏😏 XOXO)
