The Third Dimension

VIII

I should be at the airport by 7:45 pm. I take a quick shower for the sole purpose of feeling fresh during the tiring flight journey. I slip onto a black shirt and denims as usual. I pack my suitcase with the garments I'd require for a month stay. I lock the door and get onto the taxi. The airport is exactly 40 minutes away from my house. Since it's an international departure, I'll have to be at the airport an hour before the departure time.

I peek out of the car's window and see the airport in a distant horizon. The airport reminds me of the first time I visited Australia. I'm shook off my memories by the unsteady brakes of the taxi. "We're here, ma'am" says the driver. I step out of the car and the driver helps me with the suitcase. I pay the driver of the amount and a dollar as a tip.

I enter through the entrance that reads "International Departures". All the procedures pass by quickly. Here I am , in front of gate - 3.

I quickly board the flight and push my suitcase in the suitcase shaft. Since I'm below 18 I was given a childish badge that said 'junior traveller'. I spend the whole 19 hours of the journey time, plotting an accurate way to face sudden love and affection from my family.

Finally, the landing announcement came through. The flight had a smooth landing. I step out of the flight. Here I am at Detroit, Michigan.

I take a taxi to home. I'm going to meet my parents after two years. The very acknowledgement of the that fact sends shivers down my spine.

The taxi comes to an abrupt stop and the driver turned to face me as an acknowledgement of reaching my destination.

Home!!!