I had been sitting in an economy isle seat for the past seven hours but I didn’t feel cramped, anxious or scared, as if the plane would fall from the sky into the sea where my body could never be recovered and my soul mate would forget about me and move on with his life as if I never existed.
As the plane descended, on to what was going to be my new life, I couldn’t see much. It was dark and all I could see were a few lights. It was a smooth landing, for the most part. It felt like another vacation, a temporary break from the monotonous; gloomy; uhhhg…. restless; stable; safe life I once had.
It wasn’t until I walked out of the baggage claim when the humidity hit me and I saw the palm trees. I thought to myself, “Oh my God, where am I? What am I doing? I quit my job and moved to Guam!”