Journal Entry

The morning breeze sweeps by my face. The sun, just shining over the horizon, blazes its red and orange glaze in my face. The sound of blue jays and their babies chirping away soothes my mind. The smell of vanilla coffee floats to my nose as I turn toward the house. Mom must be making the family breakfast. The grass was greener than ever on the warm June morning. Pieces of freshly cut green grass gathered around my toes as I stood gazing in the driveway. The gurgling and aching of my stomache broke the sense of peace to tell me it was time to eat. Walking into the house the smell of homebaked bacon, scrambled eggs, lightly buttered toast, and handcut hashbrowns filled the kitchen with a sense of warmth. I don't think I ever enjoyed eating breakfast with my family so much as I did today. Everyone calm and anxious, mom hardly said anything because her nerves got the best of her. My dad sat slowy chewing his food and reading the Saturday paper. When the last few pieces of breakfast were handed off to the drooling hounds the table departed into our own divisions. My mom and grandma cleaned up the feast while dad drank some more coffee and walked to his "hanger". Brother, the nervous adult he is, went to rest in his room until it was time to leave. I on the other hand, sat in the middle of my room looking at the pictures that filled my walls and desk. Thinking of all the good memories and all the bad times. My palms began sweaty and my heart raced at the thought of leaving all this behind. I looked at my phone to view the last few text messages that were sent to me last night, "I'm so nervous", "I can't believe it's almost time", "Let the countdown begin!", "Ahh see you tomorrow dressed like a blueberry." I laughed at the last one because every day we joked that we looked like massive blueberries on our graduation day. The clock seemed to tick faster than ever this morning. Before I knew it I was slipping on my shoes and and heading out the door to mingle with the rest of the blueberry bunch. I drove myself, listening to silence on the way and in a complete daze. My parents, grandma, and brother followed behind and I knew they too sat in silence. At a time when you think it's suppose to be a happy moment it almost feels like a funeral because there are tears of sadness and a blaze of silence to fill the air.