In the realm of music, there exists a captivating song known as "Cornelia Street," penned by Taylor Swift. The nostalgia and longing for a past relationship. The lyrics describe memories of walking down Cornelia Street in New York City, where the si...
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize," I said with a sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment.
The situation was definitely not going as planned. My mom had promised we would be able to watch Charles during his practice session, but as we sat on the plane, still hundreds of miles away from the race track, that seemed impossible. Our initial departure was delayed this morning to 9pm. We were in New York, and with a nine-hour journey ahead of us, it was looking like we would miss his practice. All we could do was hope that we would make it in time for the qualifying round.
"It's alright," my mom said, trying to stay positive. "We'll still make it for qualifying. We'll be there to support him."
I nodded, trying to push the frustration aside. Despite the long journey ahead, I still had hope that we'd make it in time. But for now, all we could do was wait.
The flight itself turned out to be uneventful, to say the least. Even though my mom had gotten us first class seats, it wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. My brother, of course, was sitting across the aisle, which meant I couldn't bug him like I normally would. That definitely made the time feel longer.
"I guess it's just us now," I said, turning to my mom and trying to make conversation.
She smiled, but we both knew we were stuck in the same routine. There wasn't much to do except try to pass the time. So, I decided to take a nap. But the hours dragged on, and when I woke up, I was bored out of my mind.
"Alright, time to make the best of this," I muttered to myself, reaching for my headphones and putting on Gilmore Girls. It was one of my go to shows, and watching it helped me forget about how long the flight was taking.
As the minutes ticked by, the same routine kept repeating itself. I'd get up to use the restroom, come back to my seat, ask for a drink, then settle back in. Each time, it felt like the flight was dragging on just a little bit longer.
Finally, I heard the announcement over the intercom: "Please buckle your seat belts. We'll be landing shortly."
I felt a rush of relief. *Finally*, we were close to reaching our destination. I quickly fastened my seat belt and smiled, knowing the wait was almost over. My mom gave me a look of relief as well, both of us eager to finally get to the ground.
When the plane touched down, we gathered our things and headed straight to the Airbnb. The moment we arrived, everything felt like a blur. I don't remember much except for the exhaustion that hit me hard. I could barely keep my eyes open.
I didn't even make it past the front door before I collapsed onto the bed, pulling the covers up and falling into a deep sleep. It had been a long, tiring day, and I couldn't wait to finally get some rest before we had to head out again.
next day "Wake up"
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