The day i left home

It has been almost a year since I had become an exchange student. However, it was this morning that I was going abroad. I woke up early and walked slowly to the bathroom. While I was getting ready I had a need to make the most of my last moments at home. At the kitchen my family was waiting for me: my grandmother, my grandfather, my bother, my sister, my little niece and my mother. All of them sitting around the big table in the center of the room. I grabbed a piece of bread and a glass of orange juice; I did not feel hungry, though. My brother was trying to make small talk when my mother suggested that we were ready to go.

My grandmother and my grandfather gave me a big hug, and I fought the tears. My brother and my sister carried my two black suit cases into the elevator, my mother hold my hand when we closed the door behind me. On our way to the airport the sound of the radio replaced the need of conversation. The darkness was fading away with the outcome of the daylight. Everything looked the same, the houses, the trees, yet I kept my self aware that I would not see this for a long time. In my mind twelve months seemed an eternity.

After arriving on the airport we went directly to the check-in. Therefore, without big bags, only with my hand bag we were able to have a better locomotion. My brother and I walked through the stores while my sister and my mother set down in a coffee place. I still had a couple of hours. Minutes later we joined my sister and my mother to a cup of coffee. My phone rang; I answer it without looking to see who it was, I already knew. My boyfriend talked about how he would not forget me, and spend the last minutes wishing me all the best. This time I did not fight the tears, they did not come. It was being easier than I thought it would be.

I hang up and gave the phone to my mother. My cell phone was not going to work in the United States anyway. I stared at my hot chocolate thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. I was going to live abroad for a year, what I always wanted. On the other hand I would be away from home. The time was passing quicker now. My sister brought up the subject that no one wanted to talk about. It was time to go. My mother ran to the cashier while we tried to take our time on standing up. The four of us walked slowly to the terminal that my flight was on.

My sister was the first to make a move, with warm hands she gave me a hug and whispered good words in my ear. My brother did the same, although “Take care little sis.” was all he said. My mother held me tight against her chest and seemed like she did not want to let me go. I went to the security with growing anxiety as I left my family behind. From the terminal I took one last look through the glass wall, the tears were coming now. But I fought them and the feeling of expectations, freedom and happiness kept them from coming. So, fearing my new journey and filled with emotions that I could not recognize I got on the plane heading to the United States.