So long TTI, I will miss you.

     I am so sad right now. Being here on a plane back to California is a bitter-sweet moment, but I am especially really sad to not be apart of  TTI anymore. I have had such a great time traveling around the world and learning so much from different cultures. But the bright side is that I am going home. Back to my family (that I haven't seen in 2 years, yeah, I know, a really long time), to my home town, and especially back to reuniting with my friends. It's sad to think about not seeing your friends that you met along the way on this journey, but hopefully in the future we can meet up again. The person that I am especially going to miss is Sr. Volpe, he is retiring from this job to go work with other time travelers in a different school.
      Looking out the window, someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn to see who it is, it was a flight attendant asking me if I wanted a pack of trail mix. Now, this has really made me sad. I am now discovering moments from when I started my journey with TTI. My first blog post was on a plane, while eating trail mix. Soon, streams of tears run down my face. All I want to do is be home right now, in my bed, with the comfort of my mom by my side. I feel butterflies in my stomach, I don't know exactly why I'm crying and the reason for that makes me cry more. I soon figure out why. I am homesick. Being gone for so long without my family is just making me grim. But no, I get a feeling that I'm not sad for my family, I'm sad for leaving the family that I have created with the TTI members. The feeling of figuring it out makes me feel a bit better. I hear a ding, from the compartment above me to put my seat belt on. We are about to land.
       As the wheels touch the ground, I wipe my tears so nobody would know that I was crying. As the plane doors open to release the passengers, I'm still in my seat. Waiting. Everyone has gone but me. I take all the courage in myself to at least stand up. I remind myself that I am at LAX, not anywhere else. I take my bags and confidently walk off the plane. My first step into the airport hallways makes me excited. I'm not sad anymore, my nerves are going crazy just to see my family. My legs just can't stand anymore, so I run. I run all the way down the hall. I spot my mom. I go full out sprinting now (probably looking like an idiot), as soon as I get close enough I leap into my mothers arms feeling like I am officially home.