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    There was something liberating about sitting in the airport, knowing that this was the start of something amazing. I had no clue what I was going t o do when I got there, other than I just knew deep down that this was the right thing to do. There was never anything keeping me here in Athens, nothing that I wanted anyway. Seattle offered a fresh start, new possibilities, and more people that viewed the world like I did. No longer would I be trapped in a world of glitz and glamour. I wouldn’t be the social outcast that dyed her hair funny colors and had piercings that ‘ladies’ shouldn’t have. I could be free to live my life the way I saw fit; this was going to be fucking fantastic!
     
    “We would like to now call passengers boarding in zones one and two to approach the gate please,” a ladies voice came over the speakers. Smiling down at my ticket in my hands, I stood and headed over to the gate. Taking one last look around the airport, I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. There were eight missed calls, and I’m betting the majority of them were from my former boss, since I sent her a text to pick up the dress for herself, and I quit. Powering the phone down, I slipped it back into my pocket and grabbed my carry on. This was it, I was really doing it. See you later Georgia, hello Washington!
    Handing over my ticket to the la dy at the gate, she smiled and scanned the one way ticket. I couldn’t keep the crazed lunatic look off my face, and if I wasn’t careful, I’m betting security would be called to talk to me, because I know I look like an absolute creep-O right now.
    “Enjoy your flight , Miss. McGlenister.”
    “Will do. ” I grinned. Here goes nothing.
     
     
    The air was crisp as I stepped outside after retrieving my luggage. The sheer amount of people milling about the airport was nuts. The best part about it was not a single person looked at me as I wandered through the terminals carrying Simon and my bag. People even smiled at me as we waited for our luggage on the carousal; back home that would have never happened. So here I stood, basking in the cool September air, wondering what my next move was going to be.
    “Taxi , miss?” a man asked as I came back from my staring stupor.
    “Oh sure; I mean, yes please.”
    The gentleman came over and grabbed my two rolling suitcases and headed back to his cab. I followed him as he opened the trunk and placed the bags into the back, then gesturing for my guitar case. Without even thinking, I handed the case right over to him. There was something about this city that made me want to take a risk, and letting someone else handle my precious Simon was something that didn’t happen normally. The driver closed the trunk and hurried over to open my door.
    “I could have gotten that, but thanks,” I said softly, ducking my head and slithering into the cab.
    “Nonsense, ma’am, it was my pleasure.”  He closed the door quickly and sprinted around the car to his seat. “Where to, Miss?”
    “Um, well , I don’t know,” I said with a laugh. The entire plane ride to Seattle I spent worrying what I would do about just up and leaving home. I gave no thought into what I was actually going to do once I landed here.
    “How about a hotel downtown?”
    “Any particular one?”
    “Nope, hopefully one with vacancy.”
    The man smiled in his rearview mirror as he pulled off the curb . There was a huge difference between Seattle and home, and the first thing that struck me was how green things seemed. Even with the fall months upon us, things were still beautiful. Back home, things were now yellow, orange, and brown. Not exactly gorgeous like this place I was now calling home.
    “How far from downtown are we?” I asked, pulling out my phone and opening an app to find a hotel.
    “About twenty minutes miss, as long as we don’t hit traffic early.”
    I nodded my head and set out to find a place for the next couple nights. I could start on