𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃𝙰

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟔𝐭𝐡
𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐓𝐗
𝐎𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐣

Summer. The new season is just a short five days away and I couldn't be more excited. I would be spending the time with my best friend in Queens, New York.

I was born in Trinidad and as much as I love my country, Queens is my home. All of my friends and family are there. I moved to Houston about five years ago to attend the University of Houston.

That's how I met Beyoncé. We immediately clicked and have been close ever since. We graduated last year and haven't really done much since then. But since she had nothing better to do, I decided to drag her to New York with me.

She's never been so I get to show her around and stuff. Five years doesn't sound like a long time but I know a lot has changed. I know as soon as I get there I'm going to get that tourist feeling as if I hadn't grown up there.

Even though summer didn't officially start until the 21st, we're leaving today. Currently, we're double checking our suitcases.

"I think I'm good to go." Beyoncé said as she zipped up her oversized suitcase.

Our bags were honestly the same size. We have a thing for overpacking. You could never be too careful. "Yeah same."

We locked up the apartment and put our bags into the truck of Bey's car. The ride to the airport was not that enjoyable. Traffic was horrendous but I know it's because everyone is headed for vacation.

The TSA line was even worse. You would think that after all these years of airports existing there would be a faster way to go through this.

By the time we got to our gate, the plane was already boarding. I sighed in relief that we made it on time. We got on to the Delta plane and sat in our respective seats.

This is Beyoncé's first time flying so she's quite nervous. And by quite, I mean she's about to have a breakdown.

"Bey, it's not that bad. Flying is actually safer than driving." I say trying to comfort the worried girl.

"It sure doesn't feel that way." She said trying to calm herself down.

The flight only takes about three and a half hours. I'm sure she'll be fine. I know that cause I'll be fine. This isn't my first time flying.

Once we were in the air, everything was fine. Besides the light turbulence she seemed enjoy the ride. When we touched down, we got our bags from baggage claim.

The smell of dirty air filled my noise as I breathed in. I much as I hate the smell of these streets, I missed it so much.

"Does it always smell like this?" Beyoncé asks, her face scrunched up at the scent.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it quickly." I say.

After getting the rental car, our first stop was the AirBnB. We checked in and settled into our own rooms. It was on the nicer side of Queens which I personally like. 

The next stop is my old neighborhood where my mother still lives. She has no clue that I'm here so she's in for a surprise. I've already told Beyonce about this rugged neighborhood.

To my surprise, she understood. She explained to me how she's from Third Ward, which she let me see. Not a pretty neighborhood just like this one. I guess you can add that to the long list of why we get along.

I pulled into the small driveway and turned the car off. Bey and I got out and walked towards the door. The door was unlocked as I turned the doorknob.