The Car Ride Home

The music is playing in the car, everyone is quiet. Not because of anything bad happening, but because everyone is tired and drained. It’s the car ride home after vacation. The several months leading up to planning, saving money, and getting excited for the vacation has ended. Everything has already happened and played out how it was supposed to. We got to the hotel on time, we went everywhere we said we were going to go, and we ate all the food we said we were going to eat. All that's left from this is the pictures we took and the dent made in our bank accounts. I look to my right and see my sister asleep, and I look to the front seat where I see my mom in the passenger seat with her earbuds in while listening to her podcast, and I look to my dad and he is focused on driving. I then look at the g.p.s. where it says how much time we have left until we arrive home. 2 hours left. 2 hours left until I arrive back to reality. 2 hours left until I can no longer say I’m on vacation. 2 hours left until I have to return back to school, work, and all the responsibilities I have. For some reason I want these two hours to last forever. I want them to last forever because being on vacation is one of the best, freeing, and exciting feelings to ever have. When I arrive home I will put my suitcase on my bedroom floor and I will take two weeks until I actually clean it out. I will take all of my souvenirs and place it on my desk for display, and I will transfer all of the pictures I took on my phone and make them into polaroid pictures I can put on my wall. I can’t help but to think of what the next vacation will be or when the next time I'll be able to look forward to something will be. But until then, I will just relax and enjoy the last two hours of my vacation in the car ride home.