Floating On A Tidal Wave

Thursday August 17, 2017

Everything I have ever wanted, everything I have been waiting for is here, right in front of my face but I am still struggling to see it. It is like there is a glass wall between me and the world and I can only see blury images on the other side. It should all be perfect, I have wanted this for a long time, but now, it just dosen't feel right. I want to go back, go back to even just yesterday and set things straight. The goodbyes were hard and I wish that all these memories, all the amazing times, the laughs and even the anger would just replay. I wish I could go back and live every moment again. I wish I could irgnore the fact that I am no longer 12 years old and watching the hands of the clock go around. It all seems so real now, how much I did actually appriciate things. I feel as if every bad thing has a positive effect on me now. All the bad times now feel good. But still, everything I can remember feels so wrong.

I turned around and took one last dazed look at my room. Empty. Only a dresser, nightstand and bed reamain. The pink walls, the zebra accsesories, nothing looked the same as it had before. All the things I own are packed up. All my clothes, my jewlery and every single one of my memories, all in brown boxes. I picked up the last box and took one last look at my empty bedroom. I flicked the lights off and went the soft carpeted stairs to put the last shipping labels on my boxes. There they all were, stacked, labeled and ready to ship all the way across the country. I grabbed my suit case to take on the flight and started to bring the boxes to my father's car. Every one was carfully loaded to be sure everything would fit. I threw my suitcase where it could easily be reached it the back seat. I said goodbye to my mother who was fighting back the tears.

"Good luck Liz, be safe and make smart decisions" She said sounding choked up.

"I will mom, bye" I said giving her one last hug for now.

"Ok lets go" My dad said getting into the driver side of his car.

"Bye" I called as the door closed.

As we backed down the driveway I could see the tears rolling down my mother's cheaks. I never understood why parents get so upset when their kids leave for college. They act like we will never see each other again. First, we stopped at the post office to drop off the brown boxes full of well, my life. I put in my headphones and turned to the one thing I could actually count on being there for me, music. I felt like I was in a movie, my face was pressed up against the window as the air conditioner blew my hair back. Slow songs were on replay as looked over the herizon,silently I said goodbye to everything I have ever known. The hour ride to the airport went by much faster than I expected. When we pulled up to the drop-off area everything became surreal. I was going to California and they would have to deal with it. I was going to my dream school, UCLA. I was going to be reunited with my bestfriend. We were going to be happy. We were going to become adults and do everything we have ever wanted.

I got out of the car and grabbed my suit case saying my final goodbyes to my father. I entered the big glass door and found the desk for my airline. I gave the woman at the desk my large suitcae and made my way to security with my carry-on bag. I slid off my sandals and the security guard towered over me as most people do. Being 5'3" I am used to evryone being taller than me, my bestfriends Lindsay being six feet tall dosent help the situation one bit. After I walked through the metal detector I gathered my items. The termanal was large so it took me a few minutes to find gate 17B. Southwest flight 80727 to LAX should be leaving within the next twenty minutes. I found an information desk to find out last minute details.

"Excuse me, could you tell me if my flight is on time?" I questined the attendent.

"Flight number please." The short and relitivly old female asked with out even looking up.