At that point in time, all I wished for was to survive and make it back. I watched planes take off and land from my window, imagining myself in the aircraft and leaving everything behind. That feeling was bliss. At that moment, it was infinite.
And the next moment, I was really onboard and then a few hours later landed in the place I have always wanted to be in. It was magical because I am home. I returned to where I came from. I can't put that feeling in words but I felt like I belong. This is probably the thousandth time I'm using those words and it's a pity because nobody really understands. I am not hard to please. I know what I want and I don't want to come off as 'delusional' (as some would think) but that's it. I am not changing for anyone.
