I had recently taken a two hour plane ride from Calgary,
Alberta to San Francisco, California. With one purpose and that purpose only.
That purpose was to see my best friend who had recently moved to California in
the summer of 2013. As I waited for them to pick me up in the congested airport
I couldn't help wondering what they would think of me. It felt like ages as I
waited tenaciously for them to arrive. Finally after what felt like an hour of
waiting they arrived. It all felt like slow motion as I walked to the curve to
get in the car. as i put my bag into the car I was welcomed with hugs and warm smiles . It was like I was at home again. I felt so happy that they
would have let me come down for a week. Entering the car they asked me how my flight
was and if I had a good trip on the way down. They began to tell me all the
things that were going to be on the agenda for the week to come. Six flags,
aquariums, Round Table and many more fun things. My friend and I reminisced on people from school
and the memories we had there. The pain of losing one of my best friends was
gone and only happiness and content were left. The
only problem was that I knew they would never move back to Calgary unless the fathers job told him to. However, seeing them once again was better than
nothing and it enabled me to spend time with him again. Because you never know
what will happen in your life so you just have to live it to the fullest. That
week was a week full of adventure and fun, definitely the best week of the winter
break.
