I would cry on the way to the airport and my lips would tremble the way they do when I am at home and it is winter and freezing cold. The woman who took my passport when I flew home the first time was very nice and looked in my eyes even though I was wearing sunglasses and wished me a very nice…
there are so many things in this that i can relate to.
there’s something so comforting in reading what you feel written out by someone else.
it makes you feel so much less lonely.