A Thousand Years Journey

Journey

Some of us are just suckers for love. We try our very best to find the 'perfect' match and yet most of the time - fail miserably. The feeling of rejection lingers even after a new beginning. Unable to move on, we change our paths to a better or sometimes, to a worse decision. At the end, we always look back, smile, and laugh at those events. How we've grown from our immature and giggling selves. No matter what we do, we always change. Yet what if we look back and the memories make us cry? A traumatic event from the past has got us buried so deep, that we're unable to dig ourselves out. We're feeling "stuck in a limbo" that's when we remember - we think back of that same place, that very moment of the past that once made us complete. That happiness we once felt, when we felt our hearts skip a beat. The thought of that very special time of our life. Suddenly, a feeling of joy comes upon us, and once again we have a smile that can melt the winter morning's ice. The feeling of hope, that life can go on, no matter how devastating it can be.

All my life I've always wanted to see snow. How white it is and often imagining how it feels. Glancing at that first snowflake that falls from the sky and hoping to catch it. Rain is the closest thing to snow for me, and pretty much is the closest idea of winter to me. On my 19th birthday, a year after graduating from high school, I decided to do some traveling. Maybe relocating to attend any university - anywhere but here. I've always wanted to travel to Chicago, "The Windy City". A place to find a new beginning and maybe, love. Who knows, maybe that love compatibility exists there for me? I haven't been outside my state of Mesa Arizona, and only in books do I get to experience the world. Come to think of it, today is a good day for me, I'm a bit anxious and don't know what to expect. I've read and seen on television all those airplane crashes and now I'm really nervous. Despite all those scary images and my wicked imagination, I was still looking forward to my very first time riding a plane. I felt like a little boy getting my first bicycle. The big smile across my face made me think of the time I couldn't wait to show off my new shiny bike to the other kids at the park. I bid farewell to my mom and dad as they watched my clumsy self try to figure out what this T.S.A (Transportation Security Administration) guy is saying. I marched past this sniffing dog and went into a metal detector, which suddenly started beeping. I was so excited, I had forgotten to take my cell phone out of my pocket that they had to start the inspection process again. I watched others pass the security checkpoint easily and flawlessly. It amazes me how a machine can find all those illegal stuff people try to bring into the plane. The airport is like a new city to me, and I'm trying to figure out where to go, did my plane leave, or am I going to the right flight. I met a new friend Alex in the airport

Classmate of mine whom Ive never really spoken to during high school years. He is well traveled than i am and a bit braver. We stayed together and showed me everything about the airport maze. I managed to find a spot near my gate and now all i could do is wait. I looked at this giant metal plane and still wonder how can a big plane made of metal fly and get me safely to where I'm heading. Trying to figure out all the schematic i slipped into this daydreaming mode of meeting a lovely girl holding her hands looking at her blue eyes but i got interrupted snapped back out to reality and realized they've been paging my name .I stood up and ran, tipping over here and there and to the agent breathlessly apologizing. Hey what do you expect its my first plane ride. Looking at all the people safely tucked in within the comfort of their seat i managed to do the same and get myself rested. By then my hand started sweating hearing the engine roar, moving to take off. god i haven't seen or heard anything like it before. My heart beats rapidly feeling nauseated, i could smell the blood flowing in me, feeling hyperventilated i would throw up if i have any food to spit out. I was so excited i didn't eat anything before leaving home. Rebecca who has been flying for 5 years still gets that nervous feeling, shes our flight attendant for this flight .