Summer- part two

I had started this new habit of going to the park and swinging myself on the swing as high as possible, whenever I felt sad or my thoughts went out of control.

The shipping people came and started to pack our things, one by one. This time I couldn't hold my tears back. I took my grandmother's phone and went down to the swing and called John and told him that I wanted to cry. I didn't cry.

We aren't really close friends but he was one person I know would pick my call if I called him because he had just applied to a college and so was free. He doesn't live where I lived. He stays at my grandmother's hometown- I visit that place every summer but this summer I didn't. He made fun of me (like always) and for some reason I felt better. I just wanted to talk my heart out to someone and that was it.

A few more friends came to visit that week and intense packing sessions were going on to an extent that I had a pair of underwear one only one set of clothes that I wore every day for a week. My dad sold his car to one of his good friends on the day before we left and I finally cried a lot that day. Everyone was surprised at the fact that the "strongest" person finally broke her shell. I went to my room one last time and hid myself behind the curtain and cried because I didn't want anyone else to feel bad. But I ended up making everybody feel bad. The flight next day was at 4am and we were up at 2am and counting our luggages one last time, kissing everybody goodbye, giving updates to Claire. The 34hr long flight was horrible- just like the food. Being a vegetarian is not easy afterall. we reached the U.S. and went through customs and other shit and went to the place my dad's company gave us accomodations in. It took us time to figure out how to open the door and finally get into the beautiful house that had a slight smell of vinegar. We updated our loved ones of our arrival and set up our rooms and other things. There was nothing to eat but we were all hungry. My dad, my sister- Rain and I went out to look for places to get some food. The GPS wasn't working and we walked a lot, trying to figure out where on Earth the grocery store is. We found a Subway and bought sandwiches for all of us and we bought some snacks at a small store at the petrol station. Our jet lag woke us up as early as 4am and we, as a family, didn't know what exactly to do. We were helping each other every day, to get accustomed to the food and the timing and the long hours of idleness. It was driving my mind crazy. I started crying more and Claire would always call me, crying. I became depressed as the days passed.