This I Wonder
Here I sit. I’m in the Learning Commons at Delaware County Community College, where I’m currently enrolled. It’s quiet at this time, and not many students here to take advantage of the many services that are provided. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee is usually present, but not this morning. The café is closed. I got an early start this morning. I have never seen the café closed before. Just like me, I waited for the last minute to type my essay that is due ASAP. I need to get a handle on my procrastination. While typing my essay, I started to wonder. How did I make it to Delaware County Community College in Pennsylvania?
My decision to relocate to Pennsylvania all began when I got sick of home which was Indianapolis, IN. I know this sounds weird. I know it seems that I have it backwards it should be home sick not for me it is sick of home. Have you ever had the feeling that you belong somewhere else? That is the feeling I had when I made this decision. One day I was browsing on Facebook and stumbled on a name that I recognized, Jill Smith. It happened to be an acquaintance from twenty plus years ago. We started communicating via Facebook at first. Then we exchanged phone numbers and started communicating via telephone. I started telling her about my misery. I appreciate Jill having that listening ear. She began to tell me how the grass was greener here in Pennsylvania. I had contemplated this conversation for a year. I had to make the decision of leaving everything near and dear to me behind. Another decision was how Jill and I will get along. If her attitude would change once I got here. If Jill was truly sincere about being true to her word, so I put my trust in her. At the time we began communicating; Jill had told me that her neighbor’s house had caught on fire. So, given her house was connected to her neighbor’s she had gotten some fire damage. She stated that Red Cross had provided her with a motel stay until her house was completed from the fire damage. This process took a year before her house was back together. She stated once she moved back home, that it would be no problem of me relocating to Pennsylvania. That’s when I took her up on her offer to relocate.
I don’t have to wonder anymore about how I got to Pennsylvania. I know exactly how that happened. After I talk with Jill about relocating, I realized that I made a promise to her twenty-five years ago. The promise was that I would visit her hometown. She’s originally from Chester, Pennsylvania. My journey to Pennsylvania began on July 24, 2013 at midnight. I had purchased my Greyhound bus ticket three weeks in advance. At that time my niece, Keonna, had decided to take a vacation to Georgia and needed a babysitter. That’s how I was able to purchase my ticket. The day of my departure things were going fine. It was that night when things started to fall apart. As time got closer to my departure time, my anxiety began to flare up. My ride to the bus station was very stressful. I didn’t know if I was going to make it on time because my ride arrived late. I barely arrived in the nick of time. The bus was ready to depart. I had a rough time getting my baggage check-in for the bus. My luggage was of course over the weight limit. Here I stood. At the counter unloading clothing to meet the weight limit; at the time I didn’t realize that I had unpacked all of my pants. Given that this was the end of July, I knew that it would be getting cold within the next few months. Once I got my luggage within the weight limit, I boarded the Greyhound. The bus was dark. I couldn’t see any of the passengers that was already seated. I didn’t want to disturb anyone who was sleep. This journey took seventeen hours. I tried to sleep for the whole seventeen hour ride but I just couldn’t. The closer the Greyhound bus got to a stop where a passenger would be exiting the bus became loud. When they would start to gathered their belongings it disrupted the rest of the passengers. Another, disruptive action that occurred was the loud snoring. For real.
Once I made it to the Philadelphia Bus Terminal, Jill was there waiting. What a sight for sore eyes. We gathering my still overweight luggage from underneath the bus, and got in the car. I was so glad that the long ride on the Greyhound had finally come to an end. So, I wondered no more on how I sit on this computer in the Learning Commons at Delaware County Community College.
Here I sit. I’m in the Learning Commons at Delaware County Community College, where I’m currently enrolled. It’s quiet at this time, and not many students here to take advantage of the many services that are provided. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee is usually present, but not this morning. The café is closed. I got an early start this morning. I have never seen the café closed before. Just like me, I waited for the last minute to type my essay that is due ASAP. I need to get a handle on my procrastination. While typing my essay, I started to wonder. How did I make it to Delaware County Community College in Pennsylvania?
My decision to relocate to Pennsylvania all began when I got sick of home which was Indianapolis, IN. I know this sounds weird. I know it seems that I have it backwards it should be home sick not for me it is sick of home. Have you ever had the feeling that you belong somewhere else? That is the feeling I had when I made this decision. One day I was browsing on Facebook and stumbled on a name that I recognized, Jill Smith. It happened to be an acquaintance from twenty plus years ago. We started communicating via Facebook at first. Then we exchanged phone numbers and started communicating via telephone. I started telling her about my misery. I appreciate Jill having that listening ear. She began to tell me how the grass was greener here in Pennsylvania. I had contemplated this conversation for a year. I had to make the decision of leaving everything near and dear to me behind. Another decision was how Jill and I will get along. If her attitude would change once I got here. If Jill was truly sincere about being true to her word, so I put my trust in her. At the time we began communicating; Jill had told me that her neighbor’s house had caught on fire. So, given her house was connected to her neighbor’s she had gotten some fire damage. She stated that Red Cross had provided her with a motel stay until her house was completed from the fire damage. This process took a year before her house was back together. She stated once she moved back home, that it would be no problem of me relocating to Pennsylvania. That’s when I took her up on her offer to relocate.
I don’t have to wonder anymore about how I got to Pennsylvania. I know exactly how that happened. After I talk with Jill about relocating, I realized that I made a promise to her twenty-five years ago. The promise was that I would visit her hometown. She’s originally from Chester, Pennsylvania. My journey to Pennsylvania began on July 24, 2013 at midnight. I had purchased my Greyhound bus ticket three weeks in advance. At that time my niece, Keonna, had decided to take a vacation to Georgia and needed a babysitter. That’s how I was able to purchase my ticket. The day of my departure things were going fine. It was that night when things started to fall apart. As time got closer to my departure time, my anxiety began to flare up. My ride to the bus station was very stressful. I didn’t know if I was going to make it on time because my ride arrived late. I barely arrived in the nick of time. The bus was ready to depart. I had a rough time getting my baggage check-in for the bus. My luggage was of course over the weight limit. Here I stood. At the counter unloading clothing to meet the weight limit; at the time I didn’t realize that I had unpacked all of my pants. Given that this was the end of July, I knew that it would be getting cold within the next few months. Once I got my luggage within the weight limit, I boarded the Greyhound. The bus was dark. I couldn’t see any of the passengers that was already seated. I didn’t want to disturb anyone who was sleep. This journey took seventeen hours. I tried to sleep for the whole seventeen hour ride but I just couldn’t. The closer the Greyhound bus got to a stop where a passenger would be exiting the bus became loud. When they would start to gathered their belongings it disrupted the rest of the passengers. Another, disruptive action that occurred was the loud snoring. For real.
Once I made it to the Philadelphia Bus Terminal, Jill was there waiting. What a sight for sore eyes. We gathering my still overweight luggage from underneath the bus, and got in the car. I was so glad that the long ride on the Greyhound had finally come to an end. So, I wondered no more on how I sit on this computer in the Learning Commons at Delaware County Community College.