DON'T MOVE

GOING TO BOSTON!

"A flight of more than 7 hours?!?!"

"Yeah, why not?", said my best friend to me.

"Ok, but is it a direct flight or?" I asked her.

"Oh, I didn't check."

"You're joking, right?"

"No, I am serious. I honestly forgot to ask them," she said.

"Ok, but can you at least tell me where we're going to?" I asked her.

"To Boston."

I almost choked in my coffee and thought by myself: OH HELL NO

Is she serious about this? Ok, I have to admit that I told her more than once about my favourite actor. But , would she still know that he is from Boston and that his parents still lives there. I even think that he has an apartment there, in case he doesn't have to shoot a movie. And what are the odds that I ran into him? Like one in a million?

Ok, it would be nice, thou.

Jeez Em, stop with all that thinking, your head starts with spinning around if you keep doing that.

"So, we're going?" asked Sophia.

"Yes, we're going. But, first; we need to go to the travel agency and I still have to fill in my vacation form. And then I hope I know something very soon."

"Yeah sure Em. But, I'm pretty sure that they will approve it. You've got plenty of time."

Ok, we would leave for Boston in two months, but still, I need to get a passport, a credit card etc.

So, when I went back to work, I filled in my vacation form and a few days later it was already approved.

I took my phone and called Sophia: ' I have some great news'

And a few days later we sat at the travel agency.

But, it was like I thought, no direct flight to Boston. We have to fly from Paris.

"So, ten days?" asked the travelling agent us.

"Isn't that kinda short?" I asked her.

"Yeah, maybe it is a bit short," she said.

"Do you think that?" asked Sophia her.

"I figure it out and ten days is indeed too short. First, you have that time distance and we have to fly first to Paris and there we have our flight to Boston. So, we lose almost a day. And I have asked for three weeks vacations, so we can go for two whole weeks," I said to Sophia.

"So, twelve days or two weeks?" asked the travelling agent us.

"Two whole weeks," I said quick.

"Why, in heavens earth, are we going for two weeks?" asked Sophia me, once we were heading home.

"Because you can go to other cities as well,"

"Oh, I didn't know that," she said.

"Ok, and now I want to know the truth! Why Boston?????? You've been shouting for months that you want to go to NY," I asked her.

"Why not?" she asked me and shredded her shoulders.

"Ok, if you say so," I said and once I've got home I started to scream.

Luckily I don't have people living close to my home.

In six weeks me and Sophia are leaving for Boston.