Personal Narrative: My Journey To New Mexico

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Standing in the desert, my shirt dripping of sweat, nobody to be seen, and no cell service. How does Mom expect me go to New Mexico for two months? I thought as I imagined me in a classic south-western cartoon you would see on television. Then, dragging myself off my bed and towards my door, I grabbed my suitcase and pulled it behind me all the way down the stairs and to the door.
Before I knew it, the time has flown and I was going to fly by myself on a plane for the first time. Mom and I walked through the busy and crowded airport trying to find my terminal. I wasn’t looking at Mom because I couldn’t believe she was sending me away to some “stranger” for two whole months. Once we sat down, I bought some snacks, preparing for the nerve wracking flight. After about five minutes the time had come where I was separating from Mom. I couldn’t imagine my life without
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After the lady scanned my ticket, I turned around and gave an annoyed look to Mom as I tried to hold in my tears. I followed the long line of people down the seemingly endless grey tunnel to enter the plane. I walked down the aisle passing the vast amount of seats freezing since they always had the air on, and I was running my hands along the soft but rather uncomfortable chairs once you were sitting in them. I found my seat and plopped down, getting comfortable since it took the plane a million years to take off, but when it finally did, I saw Mom waving through the window. I couldn’t look away and I wanted to be with Mom forever. As the ground gradually disappeared, I wiped the tears off my face and came back to the reality that I was on a plane all by myself. I began to shake and my hands were sweaty. But, I tried to relax and eventually fell