A Birdseye View Of California
- Marie Chantal T. Tan
- Aug 22, 2016
- 1 min read
(This post is based on how I felt when I first traveled from the East Coast to the West Coast for college.)
When I look outside the plane window, I can see nothing but the desert... "the ruins of an apocalypse".
Nothing. Emptiness. That's the feeling that I get inside from looking at that view.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss the thick trees and green grass.
I miss everything I grew up with.
Then, as the plane nears itself towards the airport, I see colors in the buildings, cars, plants, lights...
From nothing... to something. Is that the "American dream"? Yes... It must be.
To start off with what doesn't seem like much and end up with so much more.
To start off with doing what doesn't seem like much and ened up doing so much more.
To start off as someone who doesn't seem like much and end up becoming so much more.
As the plane makes its descent, these thoughts run in my mind:
I will have a new family.
I will have new friends.
I will have the palm trees and a different kind of green grass...
I still have everything and it's still green on the other side.
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