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Sofia
“and I thought I’d be happy, but I’m barely breathing”—Falling Up by Dean Lewis
“This is the final boarding callfor flight 375A to New York City. Please proceed to gate six immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five to ten minutes. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for flight 375A to New York City.”
I’m starting to regret my decisions to leave for a couple of months. Sure, I’ve always dreamed of studying abroad, but never have I imagined that being my final year of university.
I’m also not quite sure how good of a decision it was to choose St. Trewery University. I had so many options, and yet I chose to go to the one university in the city I ran away from.
I hadn’t really had a choice anyway. My father got a better job offer in Germany when I was seven, of course he took it. My mother figured we shouldn’t have to live four years without seeing our father, so we tagged right along.
And I guess now I’m going back for a little under half a year.
But… all my friends are here. So is my family. Well, part of my family. I’m only really close to two of them, though.
Still, it’s good to finally get far away from my ex-boyfriend for a while.
Exactly, Sofia. Stay positive.
We don’t allow negative thoughts. Especially not when you’re trapped in an airplane for the next twelve hours of your life. That is, if the plane doesn’t crash and you’ll die.
Aaaand there the negativity is again.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Everything will be alright.
Just ten minutes ago I had to say goodbye to everyone I love. And I doubt I’ll get to see them again before Christmas. Maybe not even then.
Flights are expensive. Especially ones that get you across the ocean.
I can literally feel the elderly lady next to me judge me. She probably wonders why Satan decided to punish her by seating her next to a twenty-year-old.
Correction, abawling-her-eyes-outtwenty-year-old.
She might as well have been seated next to a toddler at this point.
It’s not that I’m necessarily afraid of flying. Maybe I am. But the fact that I miss everyone already plays a huge role as for my tears as well.
Alright, and perhaps the fact that my anxiety goes crazy when I’m in the air. Something about flying just doesn’t seem right to me.
???
I’m not only a wholeday late, but I’m also homeless now.
Things couldn’t get any worse.
Well, at least my classes don’t start before Monday. And as it’s only Saturday, I have about one and a half days left to find a place to stay.
I was supposed to get a room assigned at St. Trewery’s dorms, but as it seems, they’re full. Why would they promise me a room when, clearly, they have no space for me?
Literally. It took them a whole six months and me already being stuck here to find out I cannot stay at the dorms.
And to make matters worse, I started my goddamn period on this damn flight here.
But, hey, I did say I lived here once. I’m just praying my aunt is still around. I haven’t talked to her in what must be decades. Maybe not decades, but at least ten years.
I take out my phone, seeing it only has about five percent battery left, but it’ll have to do. I certainly won’t get to charge it any time soon.
