If you only knew

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Checking the closet a second time, I wanted to make sure that I didn't forget to pack anything. My suitcase lay on my bed and it was filled with the same clothes I brought to Spain and some extra things I bought, so it could serve as a memory for my adventurous trip.

My flight was tomorrow moring, so I had to pack my things this evening. This week had gone by so fast. I was sad that I had to go home already but I was thankful for the memories I was able to make with my best friend.

Even though the incidents with the stranger from the plane freaked me out, I was able to create wonderful memories in this wonderful city. I hope that I will be able to visit soon again.

After a few hours of sleep, in which my exhausted body could rest from all the walking and exploring it did the last week, my alarm rang. However this time my body didn't have the same happy reaction it had the last time.

As much as I love to try out new things and go on vacation, I hate to say goodbye. And that's what I have to do now. Say goodybe. To my best friend, to this beautiful city and to the few days in which I had a little bit of freedom.

People may think that I am being dramatic and that I have the freedom I need. But as much as I appreciate the freedom I have, I sometimes wonder how it would be, to be independent.

My father is overprotective and he worries about me constatntly. I know being worried about your daughter is part of a fathers job, but I am an adult and I don't want my father to always waste his energy by worrying about my health and safety.

When my alarm rang again, reminding me of my flight that I can't miss, I put my thoughts to the side and walked into the bathroom. I quickly took a shower and brushed my teeth, before I returned to my room to change my clothes.

I've had already put aside cofortable clothing for the flight yesterday evening. Changing my pijama to a sewatshirt and sewatpants, I had bought from Seville, I put on my daily accessoires, some rings and of course my favourite necklace.

After I got ready, I went to the kitchen and of course, as always, Stacy had already cooked a delicious breakfast. Yet, this time while we ate, silence ruled the otherwise loud apartment.

Normally, we would be talking about all the exciting things we would do, however we both know that my short but beautiful vacation has come to an end. "I will miss you" she suddenly said. I took a moment to observe her sad face, before I bent over and hugged her.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to New York City. Local time is 5:17 pm. Thank you for flying with us and we wish you all the best."

As soon as we felt the plane finally land, the sound of applause filled the plane. That reminds me of the question why people sometimes trust strangers more than acquaintances.

For example when your on a plane, the majority of the passengers just blindly trust a complete stranger with their lives. However if you knew who the pilot was, I bet most of us would be worried about landing safely the whole flight long.

"Welcome home honey" my dad approached me with a big smile on his face. "I've missed you papa" I said putting my arms around him.

Being back home is as much of a relief as it is a dissapointment. At home everything feels so normal. You could leave your home for a long period of time, but as soon as you enter it again, it would be as if you have never left.

Home also feels like the one place you feel safe and peacful at. Like the monsters that are haunting you, can't enter through your door. Almost as if they are vampires and they need to be invited in first.

But why do I not feel this safety, I usually feel when I enter our house. Something is wrong. Something feels very off.

It's as if an vampire has been invited in.