Geography
I almost didn’t notice the shift from snow covered mountains to brown cracked earth. The change should have been paramount. However, the only thing I could think of as I stared through the airplane window were the decisions I had taken to arrive at this moment. My eyes glazed over the changing landscape before me as the plane hurtled through the air. This was the third and last flight on my trip home. I realized there were no hiding places in the unforgiving desert where I could take refuge. There would be no white-topped trees to shield me from the rest of the world. I had never wanted so desperately to hide. To stay suspended, just like the plane in midair, and not have to face the consequences of my actions. I had taken all of my hopes and dreams and wrapped them around a romanticized idea of what my future should be. I had left home too young and naïve and the world had recognized my innocence and found it too tempting. It took action in the form of rejecting me from the plac...