“California the Place I Will Always Call Home”
It’s been a long chain of
gloominess, since the day I moved out here to the cold and wet state of
Washington. I feel I do not belong but I can not speak of it with my bolted
mouth, if I were to the only thing I would commend to be is antagonism towards
my dad for making us move here.
“Dad, why
did we have to move here?!”
“I thought
at first it would be a good idea because all my brothers live here okay, but
now I do regret it because I miss all the great times in California with my
friends and other family members.”
I stand in silence and roll my
rounded bulky eyes right at him as if I were giving him the death stare. But I
know I mustn’t say no more. Everything I’ve felt was finally out. I felt as if
my words used against my dad were throbbing back pains hurting him only. So I
stop and leave to my room.
Finally we get to go to California
after three long years of yearning. We are in my dad’s black truck getting ready
to leave in the cold month of November where the cold chilly air is whispering
in my face and through my body. The long car ride is so exhausting knowing it
will be a twelve hour drive. I wish we would just get there within an instant.
Fast as a jet roaming through the thin air sky.
I awake from my sleepless nap. I see
the tropical palm trees every where. “Yes we are here!” I say to myself. We are
approaching my cousin’s enormous house. I see my cousin! I run towards her as
fast a soaring cheetah giving her the tightest hug ever.
“OMG,
Tina!” I scream.
“Hey
Summer! It’s so good to finally see you again!”
“I know
same here!”
Time is ticking “Tik toc, tik toc”
is all I can hear every second of the day we are in California. We have been
here for 3 diminutives days and it is time to go back home now. I wish we could just stay like this
incessantly not needing to go back. Time is passing by like a bubble you blow
up into the cool thin air of the summer time. Then there it goes floating
around not even for a minute and bursts without you realizing it.
“I
don’t want to leave, I don’t want to leave.” is all I can say to myself as we
are saying our final good-byes to one another. I have the impulse of letting my
teardrops fall from my widened, opened eyes but I keep them in knowing I am
always welcome back and can return whenever.
We are almost at the border of
California and Oregon. As we approach the border, I look back and all I can see
is the beautiful, glistening sun smiling back at me, letting me know that I
will come back in no time again.
