As the plane suddenly jolted to 50 mph, I started to feel excited. It was a foreshadowing of everything that is to come. You taxi for at least 10 minutes, going so slow you barely even realize you’re moving. You have time to see everything going on around you. You have time to think about what is happening.
And then all at once, everything is speeding by you — or really, you are speeding by everything. There’s no time to think. Just enough time to realize that you’re finally on your way to where you want to go.
So as I enjoyed those last few moments staring out the plane window (from a window seat because the guy next to me offered up his seat… good omen?) I can’t help but hope that my life is about to turn into the blur that is seconds from take-off.
The soaring where the ground below you slowly turns into an unsymmetrical pattern of lines and circles. Where you can barely see where you came from, (but you know it does exist if you ever need to go back) and you know that you are on your way to where you want to be.
Cheers to a new life in the great NYC.