Gonna Fly

I love traveling. I just finished a work trip to the place my heart calls home. It was difficult to leave the friends I have there, and it’s more difficult knowing that I might never see some of them again.

I’m at an airport on my way back. Flying alone away from friends is cruel. These friendships of mine feel like an airport terminal, where we’ve all got our own destination, but we’re all together for this short time.

The in-between times filled with strangers and stagnance makes me sad. In fact, I can barely hold back my sorrow right now. I need to go.

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