I’m sitting in an airport. My passport is blank, but I take comfort in the fact that that won’t be for long. I’m about to board my first international flight, going to Peru. I don’t know what to expect and I haven’t even tried to imagine.
People have asked if I’m scared. I’m strangely not.
People have asked if I’m anxious. I’m strangely not.
Possibly the strangest thing of all is that boarding this flight, with nothing but a backpack and passport, feels like the most natural thing I’ve ever done.
I am ready.
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