The Feeling of Travel ✈️

This is copied from one of my journal entries from my Creative Writing Seminar:
The feeling rises in me. I don’t think I will ever get used to the feeling, feeling excited. Excited for the next step. The next country I will be visiting. I watch the security guards pass and check our bags while we go through the metal detector before waving us along. 
We collect our things before moving out of other people’s way. We find our boarding area before we sit and wait for our number to be called.

Watching all the planes take off makes me even more excited.

I will be up there soon. I will be up there to make my long journey across the Pacific.

Suddenly, our number is called. Nervousness takes over me.

Why does my heartbeat speed up?  

Why is it so hard for me to breath?

I can’t do this?

Too late, I already committed.

We board the plane, finding our seats in a matter of seconds.

More nervousness comes over me as I buckle my seatbelt and staring out the window.

We suddenly start moving. Here we go. I clutch the seat handles trying to think about other things.

I watch as the airport start to disappear as we head toward the runway.

We wait for a couple of seconds before we lurch forward like a rocket. My back presses deeper into the seat; I grip the armrests so tightly that my knuckles turn white. I squeeze my eyes shut and slowly feel us lift up from the ground.

Suddenly, the feeling of us soaring upwards hits me and the popping of my ears starts signalling that we were in the air.

I look out the window watching the ground getting farther and farther away. Watching the cars before they turn into little toy cars before becoming small little moving specks.

We make a loop before heading our way.