You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
It has to be a plane!!
If someone offers me a cross-country trip by bike, they have clearly mistaken me for an Olympic athlete or someone who enjoys unnecessary suffering.
Train sounds romantic until you realise it takes three days and smells faintly of sandwiches.
Bus is what you take when every other life decision has already gone wrong.
Car is fine if you enjoy arguing with Google Maps and eating petrol-station snacks.
So airplane it is.
Ten hours of movies, bad coffee, and the strange miracle of leaving one continent and waking up on another.
Considering I’m about to fly halfway around the world to start a new chapter of my life, I suppose I’m already answering this prompt in real time.
Roaming Towards Myself 
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