Hello!
I hope ya'll are having a great winter! Thankfully, yesterday was my last school day of the year and I got to hop on a plane to New York! Although today is a completely new day, I'm going to blog about the journey here first.
I woke up on December 21st at about six in the morning like any other weekday where I had to go to the prison named "school". Nothing exciting really happened, except I am pretty sure I didn't fail my geometry test and my usually exceptionally long art class seemed to last a couple of minutes. At the end of the day, I rode the bus home, just like usual.
The car ride was very short, thanks to my sister's driving that strangely resembled my mom's. The airport parking lot was extremely full, and I was pleasantly surprised when we found a place to park. The plane checkpoint security was full of nonsense as usual. We had to take off our jacket, our shoes, and our sweatshirts and scarves! I was trying to rush so we wouldn't hold back the line, but my mom was very chill about it.
The plane ride was very peaceful. As we took off, I watched as the plane slowly lurched forward, then gathered speed until finally we were in the air. It was a magnificent sight! The lights of my little city became little stars among the black masses of forest, as if the night sky and the earth switched places for a moment. It was beautiful, yet visibly harmful as the bright lights seeped into the atmosphere, lightening the sky.
On the plane, I read Looking for Alaska by John Green. Then I arrived in New York. The city seemed like chaos from the sky; the light formed lines that drew strange symbols on the earth. It seemed crazy, yet peaceful. The first phrase that came to my mind was organized chaos. The grids cut up the city in semi-equal squares and rectangles. It was wonderfully amazing.
That night, my family went to my father's place, a very small apartment. By very small, I mean very small. Miraculously, we were able to fit our fabulously tall and thick air bed and went to bed. The journey was just beginning.
From the packed parking lot to the bustling city of NYC, nature's way of balance seemed perfectly convenient. There was always a place for every person to stand or park, and there was always a place to live. One would think that all the land in the world has been used up, and it has. Yet, the earth has a way with her people, and she will always provide them someplace to live. This is nature's way of caring for her residents, despite the destruction the human population crates in its path. Does the earth forgive us, or does she simply understand that death comes with life and destruction with growth?
~LG607
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