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November 30, 2008
as the plane gathered momentum in sky the city got smaller, and smaller. I could swear I spotted my apartment building sticking out from the street where I lived. My job, my bus route, my local shops- all became scattering bugs bathed in light, growing dimmer. The orange street lamps started blending to a whole. The activity amongst them stopping still. I tried to but couldn't relax into the seat. My life as I knew it fading into what I would come to know as my past. My first task at the other end would be to discard my passport.