Begin Again

CHAPTER 33

After a long and relaxing shower, I decide to make myself a special breakfast. It is my last day at home and I want to relax and rest as much as I can due to the long trip that awaits me.

I start making myself pancakes and when I hear the incoming call on my tablet. Removing the pan from the stove I rush towards the table and get it. It's a Skype call from Joe.

-Good morning love.

-Good morning to you too. Where are you going looking so sharp?

I ask him and place the tablet across the kitchen isle in order to look at him while I cook.

-Actually I have some very exciting news for you.

-Really? What happened? The prime minister called you? They decided to make a direct flight from Wilmington to Heathrow. Okay, but they didn't have to do it for me. Send her my best regards.

-Well not this time, love. I am sorry. But while I'll be in London I could stop by Downing Street and give the Minister your regards.

-Okay okay. Now tell me. What happened?

-I got an interview. Westminster University is considering accepting me.

-Oh my God! That's fantastic news. I am sure you'll get accepted. It was your first choice, right?

-Yeah! I am so nervous. I really want to study there.

-I know. Don't worry. You are going to be great and they are going to be lucky to have you.

-You see? That's why I called you. You cheered me up. I feel less stressed now.

-I am glad I did that. When do you leave?

I ask having the biggest smile I could possibly have.

-My train leaves in half an hour. I should get going. Wish me luck!

-Not that you need it, but good luck. Call me later to tell me how it was. I love you.

-I love you more. Bye.

He says and signs off.

I am so happy for him. I know that he really wants this.

I take my breakfast and sit on the table. I look outside and the sky is still dark. But even though I look at it all I can think about is what I did. How am I going to tell Joe? He will be furious. And he has every right to be mad at me. I just hope that everything we tried to build won't be demolished at once because of this. I hope that we will be able to get past it.

Once I am done, I get dressed quickly and go outside. I hop on my bike and take the usual road that leads to my favorite place.

When I am there, I do what I always do. I leave my bike on the little parking area and make my way towards the shore. I sit as close as I can in order not to get wet from the waves. All I do is breath. I take all that sea air inside and then Iet it all out. But when I do the air is no longer the same. The air has all this stress and negativity that's left inside me. I close my eyes when I do that. The only this that I need to focus on is the sound that the waves make when they crush on the shore.

I still can't understand this. How can the water and the air make this to me? I mean that's what it really is. The sea. It's just a mixture of water that the air plays with. That's what I see. But the truth is that there is more to it. The sea is like my personal therapist. It always makes me feel better. It always listens to me. And although she may not have all the answers, it has a way of making my mind find them.