It all started that very morning. The cool air outside was still and calm; the quietness of the usually bustling, loud city was almost unsettling. The alarm I’d set seemed to be more shrill and strident than I remembered it. My body had just settled into a deep slumber, but alas, I had to lift up my now stiff, heavy limbs and open up my swollen eyes with much effort. It was four in the morning, and my plane takes off at eight.
It took me a vast amount of time to complete tasks that would usually take mere minutes, such as brushing my teeth and putting on my clothes. My body had not yet processed the excitement that would soon overcome the yearning for sleep.
My aunt and grandparents soon arrived to help me with the luggage. I stood in the hallway for a few minutes, pondering at how I’d packed my entire life into just a few suitcases. I looked at the tags that read “SOFIA - PHOENIX” and was swept with a rush of adrenaline at the realization th