Not everything is rainbows and butterflies. We all get down in the dumps. But hopefully all of our lows will one day be worth all of the highs. This past weekend for me was a little bit of both.
This past weekend I got to go home and see my family and most importantly my lovable fur balls that are always happy to see me. Seeing them squealing, wagging their tails, and running to get toys was definitely a big high of the weekend. Pets are truly extraordinary characters, there is never a time I am not happy to see them. As for my family, the weekend started like it normally does, with plans for the weekend. But before any of those plans began, my Mom decided that we needed to go to the pet store to get snails for our fish tanks that I mentioned before. The tank is growing quite a bit of algae and I thought the snails might help keep it clean. So Friday afternoon we headed to the pet store and got two snails, that were being fostered in my home fish tank for the weekend.
On Saturday morning my Mom and I planned on going on a hike. Thinking it would only be a measly 2 mile or so walk, I asked my brother to go along. After much bribing he decided to join the clan! He didn’t find out about the length of the hike until much later (5 miles). The hike started at a very steep incline and as always, Colin complained, stopping multiple times threatening that he would go back and wait by the car. This fumed into a family feud, to say more or less. With a family of hot heads like mine, that tends to happen. The moral of that story though is always talk to someone as if it is your last time seeing them, because you never really know when the end will be.
The hike continued uphill until finally reaching “the Pulpit” where we took this lovely selfie!
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| Selfies at the Pulpit! |
The trail then flattened out a bit with lots of rocks until we reached the final destination, “the Pinnacle.” On the way to the Pinnacle we followed a white trail and knew we needed to take that back to find a yellow trail that would lead us back to the trail. We found what we thought was the white trail and once we passed some trees and puddles we didn’t noticed we decided to look at our map. Turns out there were two white trails from the Pinnacle and we took the wrong one! To get back on track the fastest way would be for us to trek through the woods in hopes of finding the other white trail. Turns out in 6th grade we went on a field trip where we learned out to use a compass and a map to find our way through an obstacle course. Turns out I learned something because if I wasn’t there my mother’s lack of directional knowledge would of left them heading all the way back, adding another hour to the hike.
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| The view from the top! |
The hike was over and we went home and my brother and I spent some bonding time going to dinner, shopping for a baseball glove, and finally ended up getting some frozen yogurt.
The weekend had finally reached the end, Sunday. I always have mixed feelings when coming home and going back to school, especially recently. This is where the low comes in, so brace yourself. Because of recent events I always find myself struggling to come home because of all the memories that no longer exist there. But I also want to stay home because being away from family is always tough. This is a little sappy so I will skip to the point...
My Mom and I waited for the train to come for me to head back to Philly with all of my things in the car, snails included. As always I said goodbye and got super emotional. Like mothers and daughters do, we had a good heart to heart, and before we knew it the train blew in 15 minutes ahead of schedule. I quickly wiped my tears, grabbed my things, yelled “I love you Mom!” and headed for the train. Once on the train I got a text, “Your Snails??????” Turns out I forgot them in the car. So there I was, already emotional from crying previously, tearing up on the train. I was that girl sitting on the train crying. Crying over snails. If only the fellow passengers knew what the distress was really about…
Hope everyone else had an exciting weekend! Mine was a roller coaster of emotions, but in the end the ride will always be worth it!
xoxo,
Christine
Nice story
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