Dad drives Joe and me to the airport. I watched Joe and my dad take my luggages out of the car and I watch it sat there on the curb. Without hesitation, I hugged and kissed my dad farewell. I couldn’t help but hold him longer because I knew it would be a while before I got another one. I watch my dad drive off in the LA traffic and turned to Joe. I smiled at him trying desperately to hold back any tears. He knew I needed a hug and he went to embraced me. He kissed me and told me he loved me. His smile was enough for me to move forward. Joe tugged my hands to get going. I watched the baggage man take my luggages. From there Joe and I went to security and then to our terminal after that. I started to get excited and anxious. A 5 hour flight isn’t the shortest but it also isn’t the longest. Joe kept me busy with plans on what would happen for the rest of the day. As he talked, I kept thinking whether Hawaii would be all I remembered it to be. Places have a way of appearing so magical and beautiful. I hoped for the same feelings if not more when I returned. The difference this time was that it wasn’t a vacation. It was to live. I kissed Joe and held his hand tight. The door of the plane closed and we were getting ready for the runway. There was no more turning back. Bye-bye Cali.
A bike box, a few luggages and a couple carry on. I travel light.
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