Start this off easy
The months leading up to spring break had been arduous and tense for the family, for reasons I may or may not disclose later. The theory created by Dad (Garry Fawley) was that we were all in need for a change of scenery. Both my dad and I are natural travellers, along with my three older sisters, so we attached ourselves to this idea like leeches. My brother, Keenan, already graduated high school and as of yet lost as to what to do next, is less enthusiastic. He’s more inclined to stay at home and host a few parties since we’d all be away (he’s currently on the pursuit of 2 twin sisters). When the flights are booked without his consent, it fuels the tension. A harmless family meeting about possibly activities to do in Mexico (my dad’s favourite vacation spot- we’ve been to three different Mexican cities in 4 years) erupts into tears and screams. I ended up storming out and walking aimlessly down the main road towards the Bay- not an uncommon action. In times of emotional turmoil, I tend to just walk. It’s my theory that if you turn around, you’ve either found a reason to go back or you’ve run out of road. Usually, it’s the latter.
Anyway, I found myself starting to dread the trip, for the first time, ever. Locked up with my family for a week straight wasn’t my idea of an adventure. Added to that, my romantic situation was in turmoil- I am NOT getting into that now- but it made leaving both harder and easier- maybe it will give me the separation I need.
2:44 am, this morning: Dad rushes in to wake me up, one minute before my alarm goes off, breaking the numbing relief of the sleep that has evaded me lately. Flustered, we get our stuff together, pile into a taxi, and head out to the airport. Trying to fight through the fog of sleep deprivation, we waded our way through security. Once we hit the duty free shops, I let nostalgia hold me for a moment. I had been through that airport countless times, especially in the last year, the most recent of which was a trip to Hawaii with with a few friends, but before that, trips to Europe, solo trips across the US and volunteer work in Asia.
But hunger and fatigue dropkicked the fuzzy thoughts out of my head. We got food, my parents got coffee (I wanted a cup so bad but was holding out hope I’d sleep on the plane) and got to our gate. We boarded without trouble and were leaving the bustling streets and sheets of rain of Vancouver behind.
True to my nature, I didn’t sleep more than half an hour (I can’t sleep on planes to save my life). I burrowed into an exploratory adventure novel and eventually finished it as Mom fell asleep on my shoulder and Keenan passed out against the window. Getting restless, I dug into my backpack in search of my iPhone. But of course, it wasn’t there. No journey can start without a set back!!! I had somehow managed to lose it between getting food and the gate. If I weren’t so tired, I would have cried. The phone had been a Christmas present and I hated to think that I’d been so irresponsible as to lose it already (not that its surprising- I’m rather forgetful). At least this way I won’t SnapChat 'said guy' , part of me said. The rest of me told that part to shut up.