As we fill up the wagon with all our most necessary possessions I watch everything else be hauled away. I ask my father why we can't keep them and he just looks away and mutters “You know we can only take what we need on the trail with us sally, I’m sorry.” “Let's move!” someone said from the top of the wagon line. The wagons started to move my father got up on the wagon and with a quick rip of of the rain we were off. It started off slow and hard and we had a little bit of trouble walking for so many hours but me and my mother just kept thinking about the new land. After walking for hours we finally decided to stop for the night and make camp.
I can't help but think about the trip coming up in six months. I can't help but think about the day I will board that Boeing aircraft and lift off into the clouds. I can't even begin to imagine what emotions I will be feeling when I leave the only home I have ever known and fly across the country. I can’t help but think about how excited I might be but also all of the sadness I might be feeling.
As we circle the wagons around the animals we start to make the fires and cook the dinner. I watched the piece of bread get put on my plate and waited for more, when nothing came I thought about the many weeks ahead and felt a little queasy. As I drifted off to sleep I thought about the future and what our new homes were gonna look like when we get there. I slowly drift off to sleep looking at the stars and dreaming. I wake up tired sad and to the sound of a bell that hurts my ears more and more with every ring. As I get up I eat fast, wash my hands, and we get on the road again my feet were sore and tired as I started walking.
I think every day about my last day at school about how that day might be the last day that I will ever see some of my friends. My friends have been everything to me and have helped me through everything from my first day of preschool to the last day of seventh grade. It is gonna be so hard to leave all of my friends some of which I have known for just about a decade.
We have been walking for way too many days to count know. I keep thinking about how we could possible travel there in far less time but it seems impossible to go faster then the horses we have today. My father says we are past the worst of the trail but I know the trail is just the journey a hard and horrible journey, that's probably why I’m so scared to get to this new land because I know when we gat there then we begin the quest.
I will always love every one here but at the same time I am really excited to try out a really fun new different culture. I’m excited to make knew friends be at a new school and see my new home but at the same time I'm terrified. Losing everyone I love is gonna suck and living across the country isn't gonna make it much better, but this is such a great opportunity my family just can't pass it up. I am going to be sad as I will ever be to leave all my friends and family in Portland but I hope I will make new friends and family were I’m going as well. I know that me and my friends will always be connected somehow no matter how far apart we are we are always going to remember each other.
As the wagon train came in the home stretch of our new home I thought about what a crazy journey it was to get here and how I would never do that again even if I wanted to. When I was in that line of wagons I didn't think about what I had just done would go down in history and be remembered to this day. If I could be in this world today my jaw would have dropped to see the the journey that me and my family took is probably only a hour plane ride and that would have made me mad. But that just goes to show that revolutions really do make a difference.
