The morning sun rises as I board my flight. Most trips take a few hours. My trip has taken 27 years. The excitement has my mind spinning, unable to gather a thought. My flight will take me across our great nation. From the desert southwest to the beautiful eastern hill country. An hour drive from the airport through beautiful green countryside is nearly missed from my view. My mind only sees one thing. A picture of you dressed in blue. I turn into the parking lot, seconds away from meeting. My heart races. I exit the car and we hug. Finally I have a home.
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