every other month, i fly. when my mind fills with worries and unease, my lungs expand with fear not air, my heart speeds, and with a single backpack i take a bus to the airport. long ride listening to my comfort songs is just a beginning to my little getaway. (i already feel calm writing about this moment)
quick 30 mins wait at the gate, then i fly. my reality you can wait for me at the airport right where i left you, because you deserve a break too.
see you in 5 days. i'll meet you back at the airport.