Home to Home or 5418.7 miles

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The road we travel is never-ending.

It starts with a hug and a hop

Over a beam of light into the belly of a metallic beast.

We do not listen intently to the smiling mimes before us

We do not grip our seats in fear

Our ears do not pop

We've done this before.

The first leg if grueling, excitement builds as sadness lingers

I try not to think about leaving home

Eventually we scramble for the door

Finally, fresh air. It doesn't last long

Another hop than our bus jerks and is off.

My brain swirls inside my skull.

We're winding through mountains, near cliffs, over bridges and under them.

Closer and closer, yet farther and farther.

The anticipation is mixing with the horrid lurching in my core.

Is this motion sickness or something else?

My head slides against the glass, I hold back tears

As reality finally sets in, it's homesickness.

"Wake up, we're almost there"

My heart beat quickens, it's dark

I can barely read the words, Kalliani - 10 kilometers.

It ends with a hop and a hug, then a deep breath and we're home.

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Authors Note: Kalliani is a small village in the mountains of Greece where my mother grew up. Thank you for reading,

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Katherine Elizabeth