
Weekly Post Days

Due to circumstances in my current life, Wander with Rose is having a week off. I won’t be able to go into why as of right now, but with what’s happening, I won’t be present enough to promote the next series of Wander’s posts (that will be an all week event again).
The week of the 24th June is when the Wander with Rose will resume it’s normal scheduling. Apologises in advance!
Screams—mainly girlish, high-pitched screams—blasted through the travel bus as our eyes were set on the view through the tinted windows.
We had just landed at JFK Airport an hour ago, and after the teachers helped us get our luggage, we went to find the travel bus that had been organized for us. Apparently, getting to the hotel where we were staying would take an hour. But the excitement was high on the bus, which was heightened when we first saw the landscape of New York City.
I’m pretty sure the loudest screams came from me, though. From the corner of my eye, I could see Cornelia, my close friend, rub her ear momentarily afterward.
As part of our drama class, the class and school offered us a trip to New York City for a few days. Apart from seeing a Broadway show, I wasn’t sure how this was meant to further our education in the subject, but I didn’t question it. It had taken a bit of convincing, but my Dad agreed to let me go.
I always dreamed of coming to New York City and possibly living here one day. As a big FRIENDS fan and slow-developing writer, it was the dream location.
Soon, the high squeals and enthusiastic chatter died down. Many people, including me, just took in the streets and took photos that the bus was traveling through.
“Just to let you guys know!” one of the teachers began, standing up from her seat at the front to gain all the students’ attention. “We’re currently driving through Brooklyn!”
There were a lot of o’s and ahs to that, everyone falling into an interested silence as we continued to roll through the streets.
At some point, as the bus rolled under a bridge of sorts, it stopped. The traffic made any journey to the hotel slow.
I turned excitedly to Cornelia next to me, “Can you actually believe we’re here? After all the months of waiting, it’s finally happening!”
Cornelia shook her head in disbelief. “It’s hard to believe it! I might ask you to pinch me later!”
I giggled and looked back out the window. The weather did not reflect the warm emotions inside the bus. One of the teachers said it would probably snow in the few days we were here, which I didn’t know was necessarily a good thing. Due to my lack of coordination and clumsy nature, snow was asking for trouble.
The bus moved slightly more forward, giving me a view of a building to its side. It was a typical New York neighbourhood building: old-style bricks, familiar windows within a few feet of each other, and fire escapes at each window. The image was so interesting, though, as the dirserly weather complimented it rather than hardened it.
So, naturally, I reached for my camera on my lap and took a photo of it. Once it was taken, I looked at the screen and smiled at the beautiful image.
I turned to my friend beside me. “Cornelia –” I cut myself off as I realized her attention was on one of the teachers, who I hadn’t even realized had started speaking again.
Looking back to the side of the building, I raised my camera again to take another photo, but the bus suddenly started moving again. Soon, the sight was gone, but I looked back, taking in the area and committing it to memory. I hoped to be around the area again before we left so I could take another beautiful photo.