I'm nervous. I try to sleep but I'm restless. I hate window seats, I'd much rather have an aisle one. I feel claustrophobic. I need to stretch my legs. I want to get off the plane.
I don't mind flights. I usually sleep. It's this one in particular, it's taking me to what was once home. I look forward to spending time with my sisters and friends, I miss them. But, I do not wish to stay and I'm scared of somehow getting stuck against my will and not being able to leave. I know it makes no sense. I shake the feeling off. I need to and I finally manage it.
I feel the immensity of my freedom here. I'm in my continent and I'm ready for it.
Raf
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