Day 3: 9 Months


Visa in hand, my Dad drops me at the airport


An end, in the midst of all the newness


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


The cold, unrelenting wind pushes against my windows


My brother arrives and a piece of me heals.


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


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


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


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

Emily Keeter

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