Goodbye Dreyerswood, Hello Dublin
“Mom! Have you seen my earrings?” I asked frantically searching my almost empty jewelry box. I was searching for the pair my parents got me for Christmas, they were white gold Celtic knots in the shape of a triquetra. I wanted to wear them on my two flights to Ireland, but could not find them anywhere.
Mom came into the room and watched as I went from my desk that held my jewelry box, then to my dresser where I liked to mindlessly leave things from time to time. “Which earrings and where did you last see them?”
“The Celtic knots, and I last wore them to my clarinet recital at the end of last school year. I haven’t worn them since then.” I said throwing my black sweater into my open carry-on bag and turning back to the dresser top.
“Did you check the bathroom soap dish? I think I might have seen them in there when I double checked for your rosary yesterday.” She said leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms.
“Was my rosary in there? I thought I sent that on ahead with my big suitcase.” I said as I rushed past her thinking if I did not send my rosary I may have missed the earrings as well and do not want to fly without them. Not only were they my favorite pair, but they were sort of a good luck charm. Every time I wore them I would have the greatest day, so I save them for special occasions. I view taking my first flight overseas, let alone anywhere, as a special occasion.
She hollered after me, “I made sure the rosary made it in the suitcase, if you forget something we can always send it later.” I could hear the smile in her voice, I’m going to miss that voice waking me up every day or calling me to dinner, I thought, as I walked into the bathroom and over to the sink.
There in the pink seashell soap dish were my earrings and my class ring that I had totally forgot about. “Got them, Mom!” I hollered back to her. Carefully I picked them up and put them in my pocket for tomorrow, and put my ring in its rightful place: my left hand ring finger, then headed back to my room to make sure I have not forgot anything else.
I walked into my room and the first thing I see is clothes scattered everywhere! Mom had taken everything out of my suitcase and was re-folding and packing it…again. “Mom, that is like the fifth time you have repacked my suitcase.”
“I know Hon, but every time I fix it, you add more stuff to it and it needs fixed again.” She said folding my favorite pink hoodie but just as she placed it in the suitcase, I snagged it back out and put it on.
“No. I’m wearing this on the plane, I want to be comfortable.” I pouted, she keeps trying to talk me out of wearing it because it is old and worn but that is what I love about it. If I am going to be on two long flights and meet a family I have not met before, I am going to do it comfortably!
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