After several hours in the air, the moment the plane touched down in Australia, I felt alive.
It was like my body had been holding itself tight for too long, and now it could finally drop its shoulders.
When the door opened and the first breath of air hit my face, I closed my eyes for a second.
Peace.
Mice, as usual, had already done what Mice always did– planned, arranged, handled. Before I could even start wondering what the next step was, we were already being guided through it.
A driver and a car were waiting.
Even the way our bags were collected and moved felt like a well-rehearsed routine.
I got into the backseat, Jesse beside me, Romi on the other side, and as the car rolled off the airport road, I stared out the window and let the unfamiliar streets blur past.
A new beginni
