The drive to the airport was normal. Quiet. I haven't opened my mouth to say a word since I arrived yesterday from the coffee maker. I have nothing to say to my parents, it makes no difference anyway. Anyone in my place would be very happy to be moving to Canada, but my problem is another. I love living here, everything I learned to date about arts, music, photography and everything I love most was here. I was born here and would like to continue living here.
I have already given up trying to change the opinion of my country in this regard. We go and there is nothing else I can do to change.
- Look, it won't be so bad. You'll get used to it fast. It's only a matter of time before you accept. - My mom says as she drives the car.
- You say that because you want me to change my mind and accept it without complaining. - I say looking out the car window. - You don't have to try to convince me that it will be good there, I already accepted that I have to go even if I don't like it.
- In a while, you will look back and think "I never want to go back to Australia again." and you will regret that one day you wanted it. - She says with certainty that one day it will really happen. If it depends on me, never.
We spent the rest of the trip like that, in silence. My father was in the passenger seat signing some papers, I don't know if they are from our new house or the company where he worked, maybe it's both.
My aunt lives there and is going to rent us a house in the neighborhood where she lives, I still don't know what the neighborhood would be, but it is in a small town Springdale, Newfoundland and Labrador. From what I researched about the place it doesn't look bad, but I still wouldn't want to leave Australia.
The flight lasted a few hours, we made some stops in other countries during the route but nothing slow, just to rest and refuel the plane.
When we got back to heaven, I took a lot of pictures of the places that I found incredible and that one day I would like to visit. The photos were not of a good quality, because I took them with my cell phone but they were enough to make a portrait.
At each different place, I imagined drawing to the sound of my favorite music, in a warm climate with a breeze. It would be a perfect day.
During the trip I was thinking about how my life is going to change after I put my feet off that plane. How everything I knew and loved is going to change after living here. My friends will no longer be the same, neither teachers nor neighbors, it will be me in a life totally different from the one I imagined when I thought about what my high school and graduation would be like.
Lost in my thoughts, I end up falling asleep with my mother beside me. I was still ignoring my parents, as I will continue to do until we get back to our old life.
I wake up with someone calling me. My mom was waking me up. As soon as I open my eyes, I feel a little pain because of the light. When we left Australia it was night, now it is day. The sunlight is not so strong but it is there, shining over the clouds that are pink in color, it is dawn here, it is 7: 018 AM.
Luckily for me, or bad luck, the snow hasn't fallen yet, the temperature is 8 ° C and it is very noticeable as soon as I get off the plane, I should have brought a jacket in my hand because it is really very cold. I can't wait for summer and spring, cold is not my favorite season of the year.
We disembarked from the plane and went straight to the car that was waiting for us at the exit. My father gave the address to the driver and, again, our trip was silent, I don't even remember the last time we talked a long conversation.
The city is very beautiful, it has many trees and parks. Nature is predominant here, a little cozy. See, Elliot? A positive point.
We arrived at the house that my aunt rented for us, it has a less modern architecture. The doors are wooden, a small balcony at the front and contains two floors with a garage at the side.
We got out of the car and she was waiting for us in front of her house, which is next to ours.
- You arrived! - She comes over and gives my mother a hug.
- Did we take too long? - My mother says and breaks the hug.
- Many hours. - She says laughing and finally notices my presence. This is the first time that we are seeing each other after the last Christmas she spent in Australia. It's weird, it's not that long ago but I feel like it's the first time I've seen her. He appears to be a little younger than my mother, has black hair tied in a bun, wears a light blue sweatshirt with black pants and brown boots. Strange, he looks 30 years old but he dresses like someone 18 years old.
- And how is my niece? Ayla, right? - She doesn't even remember my name, it says a lot about her concern for me.
- Yes, it's Ayla. And yours is Madison? - She gives me a hug that breaks apart in a few seconds. Physical contact is not something I like so much.
- How you grew up in such a short time. It is getting more beautiful every day.
- Thanks. - I say without any happiness. - We come? It's cold out here.
- Oh, sure. This way, I'll show you the house. - She guides us into the house, she is as I imagined, simple and appropriate. There is nothing very explicit and nothing very simple. Everything in the right measure.
- The rooms are on the top floor, there are only two, one is at the end of the corridor and the other is part of the balcony. Feel free, if you need anything, you can call me. - My father nods and I go up to the second floor, of course the room with a balcony will be mine, nothing more fair after being forced to come.
I enter the room and it is a little more spacious, it has a desk in the corner that seems to be a long time without anyone using it, the walls are white, maybe I'll change the color in a while. The balcony has a light yellow curtain and the view it gives is great. I will take lots of pictures here.
I was distracted watching the room more when someone knocks on the door, it's my mom.
- And then? Did you like it? - She asks anxiously, it is obvious that she wants me to say "yes" to take her weight off her conscience for getting me out of my home. I can't say I didn't like it because the room is really beautiful, but I don't like the idea of a new place.
- Acceptable. - It's the only thing I say and I see a small smile on his lips. Perhaps it is the best answer she will receive from me.
- Tomorrow we will buy some new furniture, the others your father and I will assemble. Will you want to go to the store tomorrow? - Leans against the door wall and looks at me.
- It's all right. - She is silent for a moment.
- I know it wasn't quite what you wanted, believe me, but I did everything I could do to not have to move. But it wasn't enough, so I would like you to make a little more effort to like it here. - She leaves the door leaving me alone again.
It's difficult. A place totally unknown to me and now it will be here that I will live for the rest of my life.
They do not understand. In Australia I was someone, a friend, an artist. Here, I am just a shadow unnoticed.