I was a flight risk with a fear of falling

It started with simple miscalculation of both the distance and expense of essentially moving cross country. As a result, I was forced to fit over two decades of my life into two polka-dot suitcases adorned with pink bows. My plane was scheduled to leave Thursday at 7am so naturally I began the tedious process of deciding what portion of my life to leave behind on Wednesday night. So here I sit, folding khakis and tucking away hijabs, not completely aware where Colorado is or what it has in store for me but, ready.


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