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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: The Family Home (05/29/08)

TITLE: Excerpts from the Traveling Journal
By D. Phenes


January 14, 2004

I am on a layover in Toronto and am once again eating my supper in an airport restaurant. I have been watching a mother and her two young children eating a few tables from me. The children have been arguing over what to order for desert and their mother is wanting them to split one. It makes me think of my brother and I arguing in our kitchen at home....

My mother had asked us whether we had wanted chicken or hamburgers for supper. After about five minutes arguing with each other, my mom had had enough. She pointed at us and declared, "I will never ask you again!" She never did ask us again. I miss those home cooked meals. I wonder what Mom is cooking up tonight.

February 20, 2004

I am waiting for my connection to Dallas. I'm trying to pass the time and decided I wanted to write in my journal for a bit. It's been a stressful few weeks with very little time off. It sure feels good to sit down and rest.

This young mother and her little daughter just sat down next to me. You should hear the little one chatting away to herself and her mom. "Mommy, when's Daddy coming?" "Is the plane with Daddy here?" "Daddies coming home today!" the little one repeated over and over. The mother shot an apologetic look towards me a few minutes ago and I just smiled. "DADDY, DADDY" the daughter just screamed and now she's running into her father's arms. That reminds me of a time I was wrapped in my daddy's arms....

When I was younger, I would love to wait by our front door for my father's arrival from work in the evening. I would hear his old Chevy drive over our graveled driveway and out the door I would go. One time I ran so fast, I fell over my brother's bike and landed just a few feet from my father. I can remember my loud screams now. Dad rushed to me and stroked my head saying, "It's ok princess Daddy has you." I wonder if Dad remembers that time.

March 1, 2004

This morning I was working on a flight from New York to California and came across two loud teenage girls. They were seated a few rows ahead of their parents and they were very happy to be apart. Whenever I passed by them, they were talking about leaving home and getting away. As I served their lunch, the bolder of the two asked me if I liked being a flight attendant and getting to travel. I smiled and told them,"It's been quite an adventure getting to see new places and meet people". "But," I added. "I end up missing the most important people." "Who's that?" they asked in unison. Much to their dismay I answered, "My Family." They reminded me of myself as a young girl...

I could not wait till the day I graduated and was getting out of the house. No boring town, no family in my business for I was going to travel. Why I had forgotten that free spirit and not needing my family. As I walked off the plane that day, I headed to the ticket counter. If I purchased the ticket now, I might make it by Easter. It would be wonderful to be home again

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Sara Harricharan 06/05/08
This is one of my favorites this week! I loved the journal excerpts and the way it fit in with memories from the past, I wished that the teenagers could've figured that all out, but someday, they'll learn. This was great! ^_^
Catrina Bradley 06/07/08
Really like the journal entries - how people she sees bring back memories of her own home and how, at the end, she is motivated to go there again.
Aaron Morrow06/11/08
Great writing style, I really enjoyed this. Thanks so much for sharing, you won't be in beginners for long with these chops!
Karen Wilber06/11/08
I like how you built this entry by entry and I liked the resolution at the end where she talks with the teens and reflects on her own life. Well done.
Debbie Wistrom06/12/08
Your style reveals such a longing, too bad we all have to learn this lesson first hand.