Leaving. Sometimes, I find it hard to leave a joyful place, scene, friend, book, and go back into the repetitive world of daily routines. Like when I was twelve and thought I would never leave Disneyland once I got there. The constant excitement, joy, and happiness was overwhelming until it was time to go home and reality set in. In the car on the two-hour trip home, I would plan out the rest of my summer. I would take all the requested babysitting jobs, do extra chores around the house, help Mom with the laundry, and save all my money to buy E tickets, so I could stay longer the next time we went to Disneyland.
the coming and going