March 20, 2016

The wooden boards in my bedroom were cracked and my father had called for someone to fix them. He wasn’t very trusting of the worker however and wanted me to devise a way to monitor his activities while we were gone. I suggested that I could simply set up my phone to record my room and place it on the window while it faced my bookshelf. After I had plugged it in, you could see the red light that signaled the camera was rolling.

I had wasted enough time and I needed to catch my 7:20 flight. I ran to the airport with my suitcase and got to counter No. 2 when I realized that I had forgotten something at home. The airport itself was rather bare, there was no roof and the floor was all dirt. I left my suitcase next to the seats and ran through the airport until I was home again. It had started to rain.

When I had arrived back at my apartment, I made sure that the phone was still recording before picking up my things and departing again. While I was running by the shops on the pier, I read a letter that my parents had sent me.

In this letter, they told me how they hoped I was properly feeding myself. They had just had a large yield of this season’s crops. What followed was a long list of produce from the season. Something that they had a large excess of was potatoes and eggs which needed to be dealt with soon. They suggested that I should probably make curry or pizza if it was possible with the ingredients they had left for me.

I checked the time but my mind was so scattered I couldn’t tell if I was on track or if I was already late. When I got back to the check-in counter, I was informed that I had missed my flight. I didn’t know what to do and someone suggested that I could attend a “Turnip School” while I waited for the next available flight, I turned down the offer because I wouldn’t have been able to bring home the produce anyways.