Driving from North Carolina to California didn't seem like a great idea, due to the fact that it was a coast to coast drive by car. But I'm glad we were driving, just me and mom. I hated planes. I don't really know why, just never did. Childhood problems, I always figured. We were gonna stop in Texas and rest the night, then finish our trip. That was our plan. Mom and I always had to have everything planned out very extensively. Once we got to California, we would find our address, and check out the house.
When I woke up, I heard Morgan, my mom, crying. I said to her softly, "Mommy, what's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"I'm just scared Jay. This is a huge step for us, I just hope we can handle it." she assured me.
"Mom, we've been through hell and back many times and you're so much more stronger than what you realize. Just stay positive."
Morgan and I were always helping each other stay strong. Sometimes, we just break down and fold, but then we have each other to pick us up. It's great having someone like her. She has taught me so much over the years, and I'm wise beyond my years, even if I was only 15. After I realized she was doing better, I reach over and gave her a hug and told her that I loved her. And I meant that with everything in me. I always did, every time I said it. I decided to go back to sleep. We were only about 10 hours into our 17 hour trip to Texas. A little nap couldn't hurt.
When I woke up, we were only 30 minutes outside of our destination. I was vaguely surprised, and a little impatient, now that I was ready to lay in a nice, cozy bed. We had took a couple wrong turns, but we had finally made it to our hotel, 45 minutes later. I don't think I was ever happier to see the bright words 'Holiday Inn' in my life. We ran up to our room and immediately jumped on our beds and and fell asleep. We both were very exhausted, I'm sure.
Before we knew it, it was time to go eat breakfast. We wanted to get on the road, so we made a quick stop at the local McDonalds, and got our food to go. It tasted like a steak dinner to me. I was so hungry, and mom was starving as well. We made one more stop and used to restroom and cleaned out the car. I grabbed a water as we were walking out. I always woke up from a nap thirsty, so it was only practical.
Along the way, mom got out and let me drive a little bit. She was probably very restless. Sometimes, when she didn't want to drive anymore, she'd let me drive. I ended up driving all the way to California. I was so happy, and mom said if I had kept it up, I'd have my license in no time. At this point, I was very tired. I had made my mind up on sleeping the rest of the way, and that was exactly what I did.
We finally arrived at the correct address and mom woke me up. We just sat in the car, taking the moment in. It seemed like my whole life was rerunning through my head. I was actually feeling kind of happy. The move was for the better, and so far, I was nothing but optimistic. After 20 minutes or so, we went into the house and laid down. I was already in love with the house. It was bright blue on the outside, with a very fine light pink color on the walls, and a tan carpet. It almost seemed too good to be true.
Once we finished unpacking some of our stuff, we both agreed to go to bed. It had been a long 2 days, and we were ready to get a full nights sleep. That was the only thing I wanted to do at that moment. We made a little nest in the floor and were out like a light in no time. Peace, at last.
