I'm packing furiously, pants, jeans, shorts, tops everything I own must be packed, you never know what I may need. I can't find my heavy winter coat the most important because I'm going To New York a cold place. I ask everyone but no one knows where it's at. I have an enormous suitcase, when I think there is no more room it still has room and I rush to my dressers and closets to find new stuff.
I can't move the damn thing now but I brush this thought aside I have to take all this, I must. Finally I think of identification papers and my ticket. That was the first thing I packed. But when I check them there are no official identification, I have nothing to show who I am. I start crying I'm so frustrated. My brother-in-law says he can type something up for me. I don't have much hope it will work but I have no choice.
Now I'm so exhausted, I'm also very hungry but I don't have time to eat. Immediately after my arrival I have to show up at my new school and register for classes. I have the address but I have no way of getting there. This worries me because I don't know the city. I think I may need to take a taxi.
Once I'm at the airport, a friend offers me a glass of wine and since I'm so tired and nervous I take it knowing it's not a good idea on an empty stomach. I must have fallen sleep because after that I don't remember anything. When I wake up I'm home again and for a few minutes I don't believe it. I keep thinking maybe I'm dreaming but it's actually a real nightmare.
After all the furious packing, agonizing, crying and worrying I'm back at home.
I have missed my chance of going to New York to the exclusive college I had dreamt of going all my life, because some imbecile had thought that I can't possibly enter the airplane drunk or asleep. I cry and rant and rave and scream but no use. No one cares or takes any notice of how angry and utterly disappointed I am.
And then I really wake up.
