Shining brightly, in the darkness below the clouds, the lights of tall buildings rose up to meet us. As the plane turned toward Logan airport my anticipation grew; I became anxious, squirming in my seat. The giant Citgo sign, the Prudential, Copley Plaza, Long wharf, and Fenway Park were lit up, and my mind was filled with nostalgic memories that made the descent longer. Bump, thump, bump, thump went my heart as we lowered to the ground. I felt butterflies rise up in my stomach fluttering about like a small circus. My face grew red as my smile grew wider. The excitement grew; I was unable to speak. My body started shaking, if anyone touched me, I would have exploded. Beep, beep went the seat belt sign, and I launching from my chair, annoying all of the more patient passengers around me, yanked the overhead compartment door. Click, it was open, grabbing my backpack, I dashed up the ramp into the terminal. My first victory: I was the first off the plane.
Running down the hallway bump, bump, bump, bump, my heartbeat quickened with the pace of my footsteps. The smell of Starbucks cappuccino filled the air, cell phones of all colors in hand, beep, beep, beep went the pagers, my boyfriend's face was warm and bright, my smile grew inches upon seeing him. I ran to his arms, outstretched. As he put squeezed me, my fantasy, my imagination, became reality; I was home for the weekend. He opened the car door, stepping in, I grabbed the cell phone, and I was off. Quickly dialing, beep, bop, beep, boop, every number I had ever known, "Hi is Kat home? Will you tell her Melissa called? Yeah, I'm home for the weekend! School's fine! Bye." Hitting the "clear" button with my left hand, my right hand began reaching and pushing the familiar, preset buttons, on the car radio; fourteen wonderful stations, all playing various types of rock'n'roll, alternative, and popular music, I knew I was in a metropolitan area, for the only country music stations were at the far end of the dial.
We pulled onto "Salem Street", the sign had not changed, green with white lettering, with rust stains on the upper corners. At night the breeze cools over my back and I relish the salt air from the North Shore. Walking up to the doorway I saw the familiar lights, the kitchen was bright, blue everywhere, the countertops filled with leftovers from dinner that evening.
hear the word home? I think of comfort, love, and of coarse the sweet smell of warm apple pie. The first thing that you notice when visiting someone’s home for the first time is the smell. If the first thing you smell when you walk into someone’s home fore the first time is a dirty wet dog, the chances are you won’t want to revisit that house. That’s why the smell of your home is so important, not only for the people who visit but also for the people who live there. Each room in my home has a different
As my alarm sounded at 6 in the morning on a hot August day, there was a different kind of feeling I had in my body. I knew once I left my house in Poland, Ohio, nothing would be the same after that. I knew there some of the things that were normal at home, would never be the same again when I got back. But I was ready for the challenges college would bring to the table. On that morning of that late August day, I got into the car and got ready for the 4-hour trip that was ahead of me. Both my mom
While everybody else will write about their experience when they first left the States to go elsewhere like Germany, in my case is the other way around. I will talk about when I left my home town for the first time to go to the States, my first journey ever to the west, a western Country. I was born and grew up in Northern Morocco, in a small town, colonized by Spain for a long time, my people are conservative a mix between culture and mild religious belief. I said mild because we never knew any
What Home Means to Me In a matter of fact, home is a noun that is defined in the -Collins New School Dictionary as firstly, the place where you live, secondly, the place where you were born or you feel you belong. On the other hand, the dictionary also defines it as a place where people are looked after. The first meaning of the word home would not apply to me as I only have lived in Dubai, The United Arab Emirates for four years as compared to the seven years in Marseille, France. Although
becomes more difficult each time you reach a new challenge. The stages start with your being comfortable in your surroundings, well protected by your family. As you grow older, you begin to grow apart from the people and the area that you were once close to. You start to go on your own path. This path leads you to a new place with which you may not be as comfortable. The song "Welcome to Paradise" by the punk-rock band Green Day explains the difficulty of moving away from home and how eventually life
Home If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember. Growing up, I was raised by a single mom who gave birth to me while attending college which meant we didn’t have a lot. I still remember being woken up early in the morning by her and driven to my grandparents where they would watch
proof glass walls of the airport felt somewhat familiar. It was my very first time coming back home to the Philippines ever since my family decided to move away. I was eight years old when we moved away, which I guess made it easier for me to adjust to a new culture. My mind was yet to mature and I was yet to realise that I was leaving the country I was born in and was about to get introduced to a very different way of life. Coming home made me feel as if it was a foreign land all over again, I had
HOME BUYING FOR THE FIRST TIME WIN-LOSE SITUATION It was my dream to always own my own home. My wife and I set out to purchase a house on our own. In our process of trying to be first-time homeowners, we looked at so many houses until we were about ready to say maybe now is not the time. One day we were out driving not really looking and stumbled upon a house which we thought would be our home. We got the information we needed and made the call to see the house. The house was a newly built house
houses are the first factor to choose before you make a decision to live in. You may think about the houses are good functions, large spaces, many rooms, and convenient transportation. For example, birds built their own homes in the trees because they need good places where they can protect themselves from predators. They also need is a good location for habitation. For me, my home is not just a house. It signifies past, where I grew up, and became an adult. First of all, home is where my history began
It’s February 19, 2016, my 15th birthday, I had my first and hopefully last experience driving with my mom on Highway Z. I passed my driving permit test and the drive was not what I was imagining on the way home at all. The first time driving was a blast but all of sudden it revolved into a horror movie. On the day of my birthday, my mom arrived at school so I could go take my permit test. I was so ecstatic because I couldn’t wait to drive. We departed to the DMV and it was very thrilling. There
Home is where my family is, and they make it possible to make home feel like home. It is also a place to relax, have fun, and be with my family. It is a place that I look forward to coming home for the holidays because my family is there. It is really the only time when everyone gets together in one place. My family is very close, so the time we have together is special. I look forward to all the traditions we do for each holiday. Home would not be the same without all of my family Christmas is a
Reflecting on my home visit experience, I have realized that although it was not completely intentional and planned, each phase of the nursing process was present as the interviews progressed. The initial visit mainly consisted of the assessment phase because it was the first contact with my client and there was a lot of information to discover. This time allowed me to determine objective and subjective data, which includes the concerns my client had about falls, as well as additional information
The Death of My Grandpa It was mid-November of 2014. I was in the sixth grade when I hear the news that my grandpa is the in the hospital and that he is not doing well. So my parents book tickets for my family to go to Jordan to check on him and be there if he passed away. My parents left on a Sunday but I had some tests and a performance coming up so I could not leave. So I stayed for a week and as my parents and Ismail's parents were close friends I slept at their house for 3 days until I traveled
For my evaluation essay I wrote about the restaurant Clocked, a small diner located in downtown Athens. Clocked has good food, wonderful customer service, and a sci-fi vibe that will send many people back to their childhood. Athens is a large city, and the University of Georgia is a large school with over 36,000 students. It can be easy to get lost in such a large city. In my evaluation, I spoke about how Clocked can help Athens seem more like a small community. For my paper remix I wanted to send
day I left Bangladesh for America. “We left everything behind just so you can have a bright future,” my father said to me upon arriving at JFK. When I arrived at this country at the age of 11 as an immigrant, leaving my exciting childhood behind, I had emotional difficulty in feeling accepted into this entirely new environment. In Bangladesh, I had never gone out of the city that I lived in. For my parents, it was even more difficult since they had to leave all of their relatives and family members