I put my seat back in the upright position and reach out to pull down the tray in front of me so that I have a flat and stable surface to write on. Dutifully, I fill out the arrival card the flight attendants handed out to each passenger. I am so incredibly thankful we are close to landing, because my legs, particularly my calves, are starting to feel like jelly from sitting for so long during the long-haul flight. I note the faint detection of butterflies in my stomach, the first in the more than a day I’ve spent traveling. It seems as though they spent the first many hours of my journey in cocooned slumber, content in their chrysalises. Now, though, at the news that I will be arriving soon, they’ve emerged; one by one, I can feel their wings beat against the rhythm of my racing heartbeat.
I’m going home.
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