Day 3: 9 Months

September

Visa in hand, my Dad drops me at the airport

October

An end, in the midst of all the newness

November

Berlin, rain, and sadness. I lay in bed thinking of you.

December

The cold, unrelenting wind pushes against my windows

January

My brother arrives and a piece of me heals.

February

I slip back into old habits, but I think I can see the end of the tunnel.

March

Spring is finally here and I know I’ll make it

April

The rain has started but I’m stronger now. I think of another rainy day, when I invited you to a French play.

May

I will be going home, back to small town USA. My Dad will be there waiting for me at the airport.

Emily Keeter