My Home Friends example essay topic

Shining brightly, in the darkness below the clouds, the lights of tall buildings rose up to meet us. As the plane turned toward Logan airport my anticipation grew; I became anxious, squirming in my seat. The giant Citgo sign, the Prudential, Copley Plaza, Long wharf, and Fenway Park were lit up, and my mind was filled with nostalgic memories that made the descent longer. Bump, thump, bump, thump went my heart as we lowered to the ground. I felt butterflies rise up in my stomach fluttering about like a small circus. My face grew red as my smile grew wider.

The excitement grew; I was unable to speak. My body started shaking, if anyone touched me, I would have exploded. Beep, beep went the seat belt sign, and I launching from my chair, annoying all of the more patient passengers around me, yanked the overhead compartment door. Click, it was open, grabbing my backpack, I dashed up the ramp into the terminal. My first victory: I was the first off the plane. Running down the hallway bump, bump, bump, bump, my heartbeat quickened with the pace of my footsteps.

The smell of Starbucks cappuccino filled the air, cell phones of all colors in hand, beep, beep, beep went the pagers, my boyfriend's face was warm and bright, my smile grew inches upon seeing him. I ran to his arms, outstretched. As he put squeezed me, my fantasy, my imagination, became reality; I was home for the weekend. He opened the car door, stepping in, I grabbed the cell phone, and I was off. Quickly dialing, beep, bop, beep, book, every number I had ever known, 'Hi is Kat home?

Will you tell her Melissa called? Yeah, I'm home for the weekend! School's fine! Bye. ' Hitting the 'clear' button with my left hand, my right hand began reaching and pushing the familiar, preset buttons, on the car radio; fourteen wonderful stations, all playing various types of rock'n'roll, alternative, and popular music, I knew I was in a metropolitan area, for the only country music stations were at the far end of the dial. We pulled onto 'Salem Street', the sign had not changed, green with white lettering, with rust stains on the upper corners.

At night the breeze cools over my back and I relish the salt air from the North Shore. Walking up to the doorway I saw the familiar lights, the kitchen was bright, blue everywhere, the counter tops filled with leftovers from dinner that evening. Leaning over, I savor the wonderful scents of lemon, pepper chicken, oregano, and seasoned, roasted, potatoes. Blake called out, 'Hello?' My dad walked casually into the room, quickly extending his arm to shake Blake's hand. 'Margaret, you owe me fifty bucks I knew she'd come home. ' 'George, what are you talking about,' as she lazily picked her body off of the couch, exhausted from a hard days work, looking at me, she laughed to herself, 'Well she did it.

How much did this one cost us, Melissa?' 'Too much,' laughing it off, I ran to my mother, hugging her so hard. Seeing my excitement shocked her, 'I need to sit down,' she said warily, 'This from the child who wanted to go all the way to California, let alone the East Coast. I'm not going to even say it but I told you so.'s oon my friends dash up my front lawn. I ran to the door, 'click clack', the screen shut behind me.

Matthew leaped up the stairs, taking two at a time. 'My best friend, I missed you so much,' taking me into his arms, swinging me into the air. 'Melly, Oh my God,' shrieked Sara; 'you are finally home. This is a dream come true. ' Knowing the elation of my best friends made the butterflies come back to me. We all piled into cars, uncomfortable as possible, we headed off to Kelly's, our high school hang out.

Although it was only months since graduation and a few weeks since I left, had felt like an eternity. I was the only one who had left for college so far, the first to leave; I knew what it was like to share a dorm room. I knew what it was like to eat breakfast, lunch, and supper, with hundreds of kids. I knew many new faces that my home friends would never share with me.

I knew the inside jokes my best friends would never understand. I knew a new life. This is what made hanging out so weird, on that bright evening, because I knew that they would soon experience these differences, for themselves. My friends would soon wake up in rooms they had never known before, they would share faces I would never know, their inside jokes would be just as important to them as mine were to me, and they would have new lives. As I sat in 'our booth', contemplating these profound, My So-Called Life-type thoughts, I slowly let it all slip away. I fell back into my comfort zone.

The aromas of fries, grilled cheese, and fried fish, filled my nostrils. The man at the counter, with the awkward smile, makes odd conversation with the customers. As Blake put his arm around me, I tingled inside from warmth and love. We all joked around, and no one wanted to talk about my new experiences, pretending I had never left. I was relieved to get back to college on Monday morning. It was real, not a fantasy, or my imagination.

This time was different though, as the plane lowered, the excitement gone. Mountains filled the air. Slowly walking out of the hallway, 'bump, bump,' my heartbeat slow. No familiar faces waiting for my arrival.

'Founders hall, This is my dorm,' I smiled handing the driver a small tip. The elevator, reached five, I sauntered out. Smells of soap and bleach, filled my nostrils, 'Monday is cleaning day,' I thought to myself. 'Click, clack', the door opened, vanilla and raspberry, my room smelt the same. Walking in the door, I flipped through my mail, tapping the phone message button on the way in, 'Mel is, its Blake. I hope you got in okay.

I'll give you a call at five. Bye. ' With a smile on my face, I climbed, slowly onto my bed, a little jet-lagged from the morning flight, my down comforter soft against my cheek. Turning on the television, I slowly drifted off to sleep. 'I am home,' I thought to myself.