The Long Flight
I'm not the biggest fan of flying. I'm really not.
So the thought of a 9 hour flight over an ocean wasn't really the most exciting thought.
Until I realized the prize at the end of the journey. A big dream on a little island.
It was a really good motivator.
So when the boxes were in storage, the move was done, and our bags were packed, I was ready.
And there was no stranger feeling than riding on the shuttle to the airport knowing that I might be leaving this state - and potentially this country - for the last time. I was staring out the windows and taking it all in, more than I ever have before.
Walking up to the gate was truly bizarre. My tickets matched the screen that had Big Ben displayed on it. The screen that said DEN - LON.
Trying to comprehend the reality of my reality is something I will never fully be able to describe.
I was staring out the windows again, watching a Colorado sun set over the absolute ginormous plane that we were about to board. (Lemme tell you, that thing should not be able to fly. Mind blowing.)
Then the announcement came.
I grabbed my carry-ons and got in line. Stepping foot onto the jet bridge, I felt something shift. I was entering my new life right then and there.
Little did I know it would start with getting absolutely no sleep at all and binging the Fantastic Beasts movies.
But it started right then nevertheless.
It was a long flight. A really long flight. In the middle row, in the middle seat, mind you.
However after a couple in-flight meals and some mild turbulence, I checked the screen in front of me and we were *finally* over Ireland. The whole Atlantic ocean had been crossed; a weight lifted from my shoulders as I felt troubles being left behind.
And all of a sudden, windows were being opened and daylight started filling the cabin. We were now flying over the UK and making our way to Heathrow Airport.
The airport I never thought I'd land in.
But the moment I will never forget was when the plane started banking to the left and I saw England for the first time...
And I completely fell apart.
Sobbing is a mild way to put it. Everything from the past washed over me. All the sadness, the dreams, the fears, loss, hope, anger, joy, and there was nothing I could do to contain it. So I let it happen. A waterfall of emotion.
But instead of feeling completely broken afterwards, I felt something unexpected - a little bit healed.
A few pieces of my heart melded back together.
Looking out onto my dream-come-true, I knew I was going to be okay.
Then the plane landed, I pulled myself together, and we disembarked to a rainy (surprise!) London day and welcomed our new lives with open arms.
And it was almost like I could hear it right then and there. A simple, quiet greeting.
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