This Crazy Feeling

ThisCrazyFeeling.Part1

"Naomi did you finish packing yet?!", my mother’s voice screaming from downstairs. "Yes, mom!", I rush to my bathroom and grab my beauty products. It amazes me on how much I do to have perfect skin. I’ve got three hours before my flight leaves, and I have to be there to check in an hour earlier, which leaves an hour for me to finish packing. Except I’ve got to do it all in thirty minutes before mother walks in and realizes I’ve been writing instead of putting my clothes in my suitcase. So I fold a bunch of leggings in, a few pairs of jeans and shorts, lots of sweaters and t-shirts, almost all of my fancy tops, and three of my most beautiful dresses. I grab my converse, my pink vans, some sandals, and two pairs of flip flops, and of course my floral pattern off brand shoes I died for at Gabriel’s. I don’t have much of name brand clothes but i work with what I can find. I zip up my suitcase and put it on my bed, just staring at it makes me nervous for what’s going to be in store this school year. Mother’s sending me to Handford High School, which is all the way on the other side of America. I look at my clock and I realize i’ve only got ten minutes left! I grab my carry on bag and check for my flight ticket, passport, my comfy blanket, and my stuffed teddy bear I call Mr.Snuggles. I might be fifteen years old, but you’re never too old for a little snuggle with Mr.Snuggles. I grab my stuff and walk out of my room, "Mom, I’m ready to leave now!" And then i realize I’ve forgotten something. All the things I need to look pretty! I throw my hair care products in a bag and put it in my suitcase. "Naomi hurry down here!", said my mom. I take one step out my bedroom door and then realize I forgot yet, another thing I can’t live without. I grab my journal and some colorful pens out of my drawer, throw it into my bag and make my way out the door and down the flight of stairs hoping I didn’t forget anything else!

We’re finally on our way to the airport. I turn up the music loud in the car, and surprisingly neither my sister or my mom tells me to turn it down. I guess they’re going to miss me blasting rap songs in the car, so they let me do it just this once. I turn around and look at my sister staring outside the window with such a determined look on her face. Then I look at my mom and it’s like she wants to stop the car and cancel my flight. It hits me on how much I’m going to miss my family, and all the craziness that happens everyday with them. I try not to cry, I don’t want them to know I actually have feelings. I see an airplane in the middle of the air pointing up in the sky, we’re here.

My mom, little sister, and I are standing in front of the check in desk. My mom asks me if I have my ticket, my passport, and if I was ready to really leave for an entire school year. I tell her yes, yes, and yes. The last “yes” was a little shaky but I am going to have fun on this vacation from my family no matter how much I’m going to miss them. She gives me a hug, and my sister does too. We’re in a little bundle just hugging each other, and then it was time to check in and leave. I get in line and check in, then get in line to have my stuff pass through metal detectors. I don’t want to look back, is all I’m saying to myself. Then I look back and I see both of them smiling at me waiting for me to go through. I’m almost at the end of this thing, and then I’m finally there. I got through check in! I turn around and give them a big wave, making sure they know everything will be just fine.

It’s almost seven o’clock, I rush to my gate and see a long line of people waiting to get their passport and ticket checked. I get in line and look out the window at the airplane, haven’t been on one of those since my dad was around. I started to miss the Philippines, he took us there every 2 to 3 years to visit family. It’s been 5 years since I’ve seen them all, and since i’ve seen my dad. I got closer and closer to the gate, wondering what my host family will be like. I hope they’re really nice, cause me and mean people don’t get along at all. I’m a great person, but get me heated and I’ll shoot a fireball at you. Which is going to be bad, since I won’t have no where else to go if they throw me out. Then I wonder if they’re gonna have kids, if so I’ll be dead by the end of the school year dealing with a little brat. I don’t like children much but, I know how to take care of one if I’ve got to. I’m finally at the desk to get my passport and ticket checked, I’m so excited! Walking to the plane is the exciting part, waiting if you’re gonna turn back or not. Next thing I know I’m at my seat getting settled down, then I see some girl around my age coming to sit next to me. Shoot! I really wanted to have my own row. Oh well, she seems nice. It doesn’t matter though because she doesn’t look like she’ll talk. So I put in my headphones and listen to Drake while writing in my journal for the next 6 hours to Washington.

                                                                                       August 3 2013

Dear Journal,

       I’m in the airplane and on my way to Washington for sophomore year. I’ve never felt so free in my life, being 3,000 miles away from home. It’s time for adventures, and it’s time to get over Jay! Before I get off this plane I’m deleting his number out of my phone and forgetting him. My ex boyfriend is my ex for a reason, that cheater. Anyways, I’m so ready for this year. I’m kinda nervous too, I have to make new friends and be the “New Kid”. Hopefully all goes great and I meet a bunch of nice people though! I’m very curious about the family I’ll be staying with. I wonder if they’ll treat me like I’m apart of the family, all I know is I have to behave like I’m their daughter. Do the dishes and wash the clothes, be polite and clean up after myself. Ugh, I haven’t even took off yet and I’m already tired of the thought of responsibility. Responsibility, that’s what I need to remind myself everyday. Afterall, that’s the only reason why mom even agreed to letting me go to Handford. I’m responsible. Which means I’ll have to get involed, which means show choir auditions! There’s going to be a scout from Juliard at this year’s annual Show Choir Competition at Handford, and I need to be on that stage and shine. It’s time to live out my dreams, but first I need to chase after them.

-Naomi Alvarez

I look outside of my window and see the clouds are finally beneath me. I’m flying. This is one of the most best feelings I’ve ever had. When you’re looking down at the earth from the sky’s point of view, it feels like you can really do anything. All you have to do is believe in the impossible, and just make it possible.