Eye Contact

-CHAPTER ONE-

I was getting ready for this amazing trip. Packing has been a pain in the ass since I had to start thinking about it. Work has been on my mind a lot lately, so I didn't have enough time to think about this.

I was thinking about a short trip to Netherlands. It is amazing during spring, when all the tulips bloom. I didn't want to travel by plane. I felt more confident in myself, and thought I should give the train a shot. Europe has been tough since I moved here for college, but one thing I know about it is that trains have always gave me this calm sense, that feeling that you truly are on a journey. 

MARCH 22, 2018

I already packed by now, tomorrow at 6 AM I'll have to be in the station. I'm basically running around the house to check if everything is in perfect order and if I got all my needs packed for this 1 week break from everything around me.

I look and I see this odd notebook on my desk. I picked it up, turned it around a few times, paying close attention to the details until it hit me: my mom gave it to me years before she passed. She knew I was obsessed with having a notebook just like hers when I was a kid, and that's what she got me when I first started working.

I put it in my backpack and then I finally convince myself that it would be time to go to sleep. Lights off, eyes closed. Good night.