APRICITY... Jan Rozmanowski

Portrait

I woke up to the shaking of the turbulence.
My ears locked and ringing, I turned to look at Jan.
And of course he was sleeping.
He could still be sleeping even when the plane crashes.
Too bad I'm a light sleeper.
It finally somewhat stopped so I closed my eyes again.

The sound of the plane attendants voice through the crappy microphone woke both of us up.
"We have successfully landed in Warsaw..." I didn't have the courage to listen to the whole speech.

I gathered all my things and started getting ready to exit the plane.

We stood up together and followed the crowd of people out of the huge vehicle.

Jan pulled me down the stairs.
I almost fell on top of and old lady that started cussing me out in Polish.
I put my free hand up and apologised.
Jan chuckled next to me.
I just glared at him in disbelief,
"If you keep doing this I'm not going to be alive by the end of the trip,"
He mumbled something to himself with a smirk on his face.

We took our suitcases and left.

Jan had already called a taxi so all we had to do is wait.
I found a rather big rock and started kicking it, he joined me.

It was like the World Cup,
I won.

Julia-2 Jan-1

The taxi arrived.

I opened the trunk and we put our suitcases in.
He opened the shiny door for me.
I thanked him and sat next to the window.
He did the same but on the other side.

Jan started talking to the driver in Polish.
I took out my phone and opened up Instagram.
My dms were still full of random people and I had gained even more followers.

Good job Julia.

I chose two of the pictures Jan took of me and posted them.

My mother hasn't contacted me for a whole week.
Not even a text.
Weird.
Don't get me wrong, it's very refreshing but still confusing.
Has something happened?
I don't have time to worry about that right now.

I snapped a picture of Jan smiling and posted it on my story.
He's so cute when he's happy.

The weather here is a little bit sunnier than in London but it's still pretty chilly and windy.

The car stopped in front of a beautiful house.
Cream walls with a narrow roof.
Vines going up the right side.

I stared in awe as Jan took out our suitcases from the trunk.
He chuckled when he saw my expression,
"This is where I grew up in,"
I complimented the design and pointed at the flower garden.

"My favourite flowers," I exclaimed as I looked at the yellow tulips.
He picked one up and handed it to me, one hand behind his back.
I thanked him and we made our way to the front door.

Gosh I'm nervous.
My hands are sweating and my heart pounding.
Jan looked at me with furrowed brows and kissed my forehead.
I slightly smiled.

He knocked on the big wooden door.
I closed my eyes and squeezed Jans hand.
After what felt like a decade, someone opened the door.
It was actually only 10 seconds.

In front of me stood a woman.
She immediately hugged Jan, peppering his face with kisses and talking in Polish.
They parted and Jan introduced me.