This morning I woke up at 7:00 AM and headed to the airport. I am sure that this journey will be the bravest, most adventurous thing that I have ever done, and it is certainly the hardest. The most difficult thing was hugging my parents and telling them goodbye. I walked through security, waving to my mom and sobbing all the way, and as I arrived at gate 16, I was promptly greeted by two friends of mine who are also going to Italy. I was still crying so, quite embarrassed, I gathered myself together and we headed into the plane. I was sitting separate from them the whole way and spent that time grieving, in a way, my goodbyes. I still go in and out of these emotional outbursts but thnigs are better now that we have met up with the group.
I am currently on the airplane where it is the middle of the night somewhere in the ocean underneath. All is silent around me but I am still unable to sleep. When I close my eyes, all I can see is the airport and my family. I am in a window seat. The clouds are visible underneath me and they look like a white, pillowy blanket, as clouds do. On the horizon is a thick orange streak that has remained with us and very gradually grows over the hours. I watch it and the only other variable in my view is the dark plane wing with one white light on the end.
A friend of mine once said:
There is nothing we will ever have to endure that is bigger than ourselves.
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