That Mountain You've been Climbing

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It's just another mundane "family" vacation. A man from my father's workplace bailed and so my dad was next in line to take the business trip. It's absolutely just a way to get out of the sleepy, poor-dump town of Mucia. I'm just sampling out places for when I go on my world-expedition. Although, it is the middle of June, and I would rather be heading to a beach right now instead of the Tatumbell Mountains. Who even goes to the mountains in the summer anyways!?
I carelessly toss random clothes and bikinis into my ragged suitcase. I always pack too much because I need to get into the habit for when I decide to pack it all up and leave for good one day. My Ariel, Kiss the Girl, Hot Topic beach bag with the shoulder sling rests beside my main suitcase, and I start to fill it with other gadgets that I may need along the way, such as Little Debbies, water bottles, chargers, headphones, wallets, cards, books, sports bras, spare undies.. All for my shoulder. I should really look into getting a backpack. I stuff my henna paste and press-on tattoos into the net along with my box containing my jewelry and zip it up. I should be good to g- AH! My toothbrush. I wrap the bristles in toilet paper and toss it into my bathroom supplies ziplock. Now I'm good. I zip up the suitcase and sling the shoulder bag around my body, grabbing for my pillow, which contains my Build-a-Bear cat, Maxie. I then proceed to heave the two-hundred twenty-three thousand pound suitcase up onto my back and attempt to balance it rather ungracefully. I head towards the stairs and descend at a slow pace. Step, step, step.. Endless carpeted stairs
. When the wheels to my case slide off my back and pound the tile at the bottom of the stairs, I breathe a sigh of relief and start to roll my belongings to the Buick Enclave. My case is stacked neatly into the back with my two siblings many, many bags, and I open the backseat door and start to crawl across my little sister's car seat and tumble into the very back row of the vehicle, Ariel bag slumped down at my feet and my pillow pushed up against the bags spilling up from the back. I reach into the pillow case and pull Maxie out, along with my Frozen blanket. Because the cold does, indeed, bother me. I stick an earbud in each ear and cut my music volume up until it drowns out the banter going on around me. My eyelids begin to feel like the suitcase I toted down the stairs earlier and so I don't even resist the urge to let them crash.