I'm Here Now.
The plans jerks, my grip on the arm rest tightens and I squeeze my eyes shut, not liking the view of the machine starting to lift up and float in the air, not to mention how the whole metal machine shakes at first, as a tremor.
I take in deep breath, trying to calm myself down until my lungs are fully satisfied with my deep, helpful breathing.
I've got this.
I tell myself, hoping and praying for it to be true.
A street name, I try to remember the name of the street in New York City that I need to get to once the plane lands.
After that. I'll be good and work and be free, finally.
I know that change is hard and extremely difficult to go through but I'm one hundred percent positive that this c
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