Hello. Continuing the saga of my summer vacation...
It was the last day at Allyza's house. After eating breakfast, my family said our goodbyes to Allyza's family, and went on our way.
With some time to kill before having to go to the airport to fly to our next destination, we vistited LACMA, the LA County Museum of Art under my sister's suggestion. It was pretty cool. We got to see that street light thing. Before, I didn't understand what the point of having all these streetlights all together like they are, but thanks to a plaque, I learned that it's supposed to be 'art' and the streetlights are from decades ago.
Honestly, I like the Met much better. There were some art pieces that I wanted to know about that didn't even have labels or whatever on it or anything. I found that annoying. I tested, once again, my art history skills by trying to guess the time periods of art, and found that I'm not rusty quite yet. :)
After that brief shindig, it was time to go to the airport and go to Seattle!
The flight was only 2 hours long. This is when I realized that however many days it'd take to drive somewhere, you can get there in that many hours by plane. So, while it'd take 2 days to drive from California to Washington, it only took 2 days by plane. Super neato.
One thing I noticed about this new area is that 1) it's very green and 2) there are a lot of hills. I would not enjoy driving here. It'd be wayy too scary. I mean, driving on flat land is bad enough. Then I'd have to take into account the speed of the car rolling down a hill? Heck naw.
Also, on the day that I went to Seattle was the day GISHWHES 2014 started. My friends must have been busy scavenging while I listened to my parents talk to family in a language I don't understand. Not that fun, for me, honestly.
I learned that there was an event for GISHWHES in Seattle the next day. Misha would be there. And I really wanted to go. Unfortunately, the day and time it was happening, I was trapped at church, after worship services, with the same deal. I was standing around alone listening to my family talk to strangers in a language I don't understand. The amount of frustration and sadness I went through at that time. I could have met my idol, the person I look up to, my rolemodel... I could have met Misha Collins in the flesh... but couldn't. I am seriously still upset about this. One day I will meet Misha Collins. On my bucket list is to hug Misha. It will happen. It. Will.
Instead of meeting Misha, my grandparents, after the extended hours of talking to others, took my family around town. At this point in time, I was feeling a terrible wave of home sickness. When I was with my friends in Cali, I was fine! My friends made me feel at home. Where I was then, with family who scarcely spoke English... the last thing I felt was at home. While we were at this seafood restaurant (mind you, I barely even like seafood) tears actually started to roll down my face. Since I managed to keep quiet, when my family noticed, they just assumed my allergies were acting up. Thank goodness for my history of having bad allergy attacks, otherwise I would have had to explain to them why I was sad, and that would have made me even more uncomfortable and probably explode into tears.
After eating, we drove around more. It was exhausting sitting in a car for an extended period of time, listening to foreign words. I was sitting in the back between my sister and mother. I eventually lolled to sleep, awkwardly tilting my head onto my shoulder, trying to stay within my own personal space. By the end of my stay in Seattle, I grew a hatred towards sitting in the middle. It's the worst.
By the time I woke up, we were... looking... at... a college...???? A MeDiCaL COLlege???? Umm. Why?????????? I was in a very bad mood by the time I was forced to leave the car and take pictures by it. Seriously, what kind of 'tourist attraction' is this? A sucky one.
THEN they took us to the Space Needle. That was actually pretty cool. Not at all as cool as the Stratosphere in Las Vegas, but cool enough. There weren't any rides that dangled you from the top of the tower.
At the gift shop there, I bought a key chain with my name on it. My grandma encouraged me to get some for my friends at home, and given that I have 5 close friends, I at first declined. Then they told me to just choose 'a special friend', so I chose Amy. 8 years of friendship and 10 years of knowing each other should constitute the title of special friend. I looked for one that said 'Rosa' since she was also one of my closer friends, but alas, they didn't have her name. I took note to get something else for her at some other point in the trip. Along with the keychain, I also got a painting to decorate my room with.
After that, I was driven to my grandparents' house for dinner. More sitting through the now annoying talk of my parents and grandparents in Tagalog. I would always end up stuck sitting at that table listening for what felt like hours. I knew it's rude to just get up and walk away, and rude to ask if I could leave, so I started playing a game with myself. When I finished eating, I would s l o w l y inch my chair away from the table. See how far I could get away from it until someone noticed. When I was far enough, one of my parents would notice and dismiss me from the table. Full of relief, I'd flop down on the couch and sleep until it was time to leave.
When we finally would be dropped off at our hotel or motel or whatever, I volunteered to shower first. When I got into the bathroom alone, that's when I allowed myself to break down and be engulfed in the homesickness. I kept my cries of anguish to a low whisper. While showering I came up with a playlist of songs (never actually compiling together for listening). It included songs like Take Me Home Tonight by Eddie Money, Don't Stand So Close To Me by the Police, Let Me Go Home by Michael Buble, Misery by Maroon 5 and more.
That concludes days six and seven. Thanks for reading.
-Jess