I'm flyng off today. You cannot imagine how much I will miss this place. But we'll come back, won't we? All my bags set, heavy or not, clothes, jacket, shoes, moisturizer, things to entertain myself, and most of all, me.
The atmosphere in this room is all gloomy. No one wants to go. Kisha doesn't either. Her face was drenched in sadness. But what can we do? I have school, Dad's got work, vacations don't last forever unless you're retired. And which I'm not. At least I'll meet my friends in Panama again. At least I'll have something to do again. At least I know I'm on land and won't be flying around the globe for a while.
My eyes are heavy from all the packing, the walking, the laughing, and crying. So here I come miserable flight. In my long sleeve navy shirt and leggings with my Coach bag and check-in, my Fila shoes, and the headband I secretly smugggled from Kisha's dorm. Here we come.
This will be my last blog for this little series of travel journals, I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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