We had been on a flight for about three hours, and I was very scared, because that was my first time on a plane. We were sightseeing in Arizona for a day or two, taking pictures and shopping around the local stores, looking for cool stuff to bring home for our families. The day after, we were supposed to take a van for a 12 hour trip to Puerto Penasco, to the Penasco del Sol Hotel. That
As a Navy Reservist in a top cargo handling unit, I found myself on an airplane more often than I could have imagined. In those 5 years, we traveled to Virginia and Texas numerous times throughout the year for our weekend meetings not to mention yearly trips to places like California, Guam and Hawaii. It doesn't matter if I was away for the weekend or for two and a half weeks, packing made me apprehensive. I knew what I must bring... the uniform and what I wanted to bring... fun clothes.
I was in 4rd grade and I have never been to Mexico before. My mother decided to take me there for about two weeks to visit my family there and my grandparents, but during that time I was still attending school so the teacher just gave me two weeks of school work to make up when I get back. I got home and my mother was already packing up, so I went to pack my stuff and picked out my favorite clothes to wear. Once I was done, I went to sleep, mother awakened me up at 3am to get ready to leave to the airport. After a very long wait in lines at the airport, we were finally boarded on the plane.
Which is what Donald Hall paints beautifully in "Kill the Day". The first way Hall describes his grief is that it didn’t even feel like he was in the same world. As if he was in a state of limbo his first year of her absence. Starting off the poem depicting a car flying off a pier "for a year without gaining or losing altitude" (pg 386 stanza 1 line 3). If you have ever heard of someone describing a major car crash, where they took off into the air this may sound very similar.
The soothing sounds allowed me to fall back into a deep sleep. Five days passed after the wedding and my new husband left back to America. Stuck and isolated, due to tradition I was made to live with his brother and wife until I left for America.
It was July 15, 2012 my heart was pounding as fast as a racing car,as I slowly walked the steps of the enormous plane,I slowly thought of how different my life was gonna be, in new place i’ve never been to. I felt exited to meet this place but at same time I felt scared……how different was Latin America gonna be? “El Salvador”,my mom softly repeated the name of the place we where traveling to. After four hours of watching the white clouds,and the peaceful sky, we had finally arrived. As we stepped out of the Airport my eyes where rapidly attracted to all the Cultural things around me,I could feel how my lungs breathed in and out the smell of traditional food and fresh natural air.
Post-graduation she has no idea what to do with herself and rather than following the graduate school route her father wants her to follow, she decides to pack her bags and head to Australia on working visa to visit Carly. In Australia, her experience is quite different. Rather than packing a huge suitcase and spending her time just going out to bars and working like she did in Ireland, she just packs much ligher and balances her time with going on adventures and working. In Australia, she comes to realization of the differentiation between American and Australian culture. She finds the American outlook on work, travel and life much more limiting than Australian who are much more practical and who for the most part, tend to focus
My stuff was crammed into two cars and my family and I started driving to California at 3 AM. My family and I don’t have the best relationship so you can imagine that a 5-day road trip was fairly agonizing. Just like any other family, there were road trip playlists, snacks, and car games being played, but a darkness rested just beneath the surface of the happy road trip facade. My parents and my brother were scared and grieving for the girl they were about to leave in California. I, however, was anxious, excited, and terrified that my dreams wouldn’t be lived up to.
Well, can’t wait to know what else my life is heading next. Will a three days old baby be mature enough to point his arms toward his mother seeking her attention? Well, that what my mother swears on. She said that while we were leaving the hospital for the very first time in the elevator, I was staring at her and trying to stretch my arms toward her as she believes I wanted her to carry me. Was it real?
Over the summer I attended the four day Congress of Future Medical Leaders and it made me realize what I dreamed to become and achieve in life Before the school year of 2017 ended I came home and found a large black envelope on the entrance table, in gold lettering it read “Harvard”. I quickly rushed over to my mom and started frantically waving the sealed envelope in her face, she started yelling for me to open it. On the back was a thick wax seal with the Harvard emblem, I don 't think I ever opened something as carefully as I did then. Inside, there was a thick stack of papers, mom was eager to read them
We got up on a Tuesday morning at 4:30 am, our flight left at 6:00 am for the Dominican Republic but I wasn’t tired. As we walked into the O’hare airport in Illinois I was so excited. We waited in lines that looked a mile long until we finally were at our gate. We sat down in faded,cushy,blue seats and waited to leave.
When we travel, it’s usually for a purpose. Our more elaborate destinations are still accessible by a five member family in a minivan, nowhere overseas, nowhere more than a 20 hour drive. Endless hours of planning, particularly by my mother and I (my mom calls me the “planner” of the family), go into each extensive trip to ensure we get as much out of our time, and money, as possible. However, on one warm Wednesday evening in Washington D.C., two days into our trip out east, things didn’t exactly go as planned.
We will be in Cuba that day, and we don’t have to drive a lot, just to the airport. The problem is that we had a ton of stuff, and not that much room in the car. We spent the night at my dad’s hotel because its right by the airport and he would be able to leave his car there. In the car my dad and sister sat in the back, I sat on my step mom’s lap, and my dad’s friend drove us to the airport. Shortest distance, but it felt like a long ride.