Coffee Spoons

Ava has drastically moved from Dallas all the way to London, in an attempt to start over. She vows to focus more on her studies and her work but things don't always turn out as planned... "I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." - T. S. Eliot


1. The Last Day

      I placed my last shirt into the already over-packed suitcase. Today marked my last day in America. For a few months, anyways.

     I had always dreamed of London and Europe, since I was little. I couldn't explain it if you had asked me; I've just always been fascinated with London and walking the streets and meeting people and seeing things. Now I was actually going to live there. 

     My dad walked into my room. "You ready?" He asked. 

     "Yeah, just a sec," I answered. I grabbed my wallet off the bed and pulled on a pair of Toms. 

     My dad had offered to spend my last day with me. We were going to go into town for a bit before coming home and playing video games together like we did when I was young. We still do now that I'm older, just not as much. Both of us have busy schedules. But I love my dad more than anything in the world. He's all I've got left. Leaving him will be the hardest part but I will always come visit and he can definitely come to London, where I can show him around.

     Anyways, so Dad and I went to downtown Dallas and walked around a bit. Downtown Dallas can have some pretty sketchy areas but it is one of my favorite places. Dad took me to this little diner off of 5th street and I showed him the park. We spent hours there. Finally, we came home and pulled out Left 4 Dead and Assassins Creed. Those were two of our favorite games to play together. Stealth and zombies. What fun!

     Later, we decided to have a big feast dinner. So, Dad called up Pizza Hut and ordered 3 large pizzas, wings, bread sticks, the lot. It was one of the best days I had had in a while. 

     That night I went to sleep feeling exhausted, nervous, excited, and scared. But most of all happy.


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     The next morning I dressed in flight clothes, sweats and a T-shirt that said "Baylor Bears". Dad helped me load all of my bags into the car. I only had a suitcase and a carry on. The rest of my stuff would come separately or on the next trip home. 

     Dad drove me to the airport and we said our goodbyes. I waved back at him as I walked through the tunnel. Then I stepped onto the plane. 

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