Out side my window all I saw was the wide expanse of the crystals blue sky, reaching out to every corner of the globe. The soft rumbling of the jets was faint and soothing. The bright sun dipped ever so slightly over the horizon signalling the end of the day.
Next to me an elderly man and woman slept gently in each other's arms, softly snoring and slowly breathing. They looked sweet, and I envied what they had. I felt terrible for feeling that way.
I turned away and faced the window. Outside England was being lit up by tiny street lamps and pinpricks of light. It looked like the sunlight reflecting of little gems. It was beautiful, but it reminded me of home.
Ireland was the only place I ever loved and the only place I ever wanted to be home, but it couldn't be that way. Due to unforeseen circumstances Ireland wasn't the liveable place it was anymore, and packing up and leaving was the hardest and most painful thing I have ever done. Leaving mum was the hardest, especially in her state but she had phil, her brother, he'd take care of her.
Back in reality the plane was landing, the old couple had woken and the ground was getting closer. The bump of the plane landing gave my neck a sharp, painful jolt forward. Slowly the plane stopped and passengers everywhere were getting up and grabbing luggage hastily trying to get of the plane. I waited and once every one left I gathered my belongings and walked of the plane.
In the airport people rushed around, yelling, calling and chatting. The noises where almost alien, I haven't been anywhere this busy since the accident. I waited for my suitcase and left the airport. Outside people waited and waved for taxis or buses, and car engines roared and horns honked as impatient drivers stuck they heads out the window yelling at the vehicle in front of them. Plane engines roared overhead. I waited in line and managed to wave down a taxi.
The drive was long and dragged on for a long time, but outside the window big buildings and bright lights flashed past and I suddenly didn't mind about the long drive.Soon the tall buildings were replaced with cozy looking houses and flats in small pocketed streets. Snow covered parks flashed past and family's on walks laughed and played in the snow.
The driver slowed to stop and turned to take the payment. I gave him his money and slid out the taxi. As he drove off I stood ankle deep in snow and opened the front gate. In front of me was the most amazing, most grand house I had ever seen in my entire life. The tow Storie house had a snow covered garden with a large willow tree standing out the front, it's long, thin branches swirled around each other.
I walked up to the grand oak front door, clasping the lion head knocker, I banged gently on the front door. A light upstairs flashed on and the sound of feet running down stairs came almost as fast. The light at the front door turned on and the door swung open to revel a middle aged lady in a dressing gown. She had short, brown, curly locks that flowed over her shoulders gently almost floating, her hazelnut brown eyes perfected her flawless round face, she had little wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and dimples on her cheeks. This was my Aunty Lizabeth.
"Aunty!" I said, dropping my bags and grabbing my aunt in a big bear sized hug.
"Summer!", she exclaimed and hugged me harder ,"ohh how you've grown so tall, and so beautiful, just like your mother!"I felt myself blush. My mother was beautiful but now she looked terrible, with unwashed hair that is never brushed and make all over her face.
" Come in, come in! Get comfy, make yourself at home!" She said picking up my bags for me. I walked in. The inside was almost as lavish as the outside. Long Persian rugs were laid on the deep, brown, oak floorboards, antique furnishings lined the walls, and beautiful, white, silk curtains dropped the windows.
In the lounge a fire place crackled with a warm fire, the leather couches were draped in soft throw rugs and the carpet was white and fluffy like cat fur. A plasma TV hang on the wall above the fire place and movies lined the book shelves.
"Nice place." I whispered to my self.
"Your stuff arrived yesterday and is all in your room. I didn't in pack so you act chose how you want your room, the beds ready though" said Lizabeth pointing at the room above." First door on the left."
I picked up my bags and walked up the oak wood stairs and into my room. It was huge! Boxes lined the walls, an ensuite was to the left and walk in rope was to the right. She dropped her bags and fell on her bed. The mess of the boxes was every where, she'd need to unpack, but even before she could get changed she went out like a light and was dead to the world.
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