Chapter 1: A Dream Realized

Once upon a time, I soared through the skies as a flight attendant for Delta Airlines. This role was a cherished aspiration of mine, yet it's something I wouldn't revisit, as my patience has significantly diminished over time.

Before I transitioned to international routes, I often found myself stuck on unwanted domestic flights. I recall early mornings at Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport, embarking on two-day trips to lesser-known towns such as Louisville, Kentucky, or Bangor, Maine. While there's nothing inherently wrong with these places, their small-town charm often overwhelmed me. I felt as if the very essence of their domesticity tightened around my throat, making it hard to breathe.

Let me clarify: I have not met anyone from these towns, so please don't take offense.

After a long day, I'd settle into the front seat of the hotel shuttle, weary and frustrated. I would kick off my high heels, fold my tired legs beneath me, slump in my seat, and put on my headphones, impatiently awaiting my arrival. I had mastered the art of tuning out the chatter of others—a skill that has proven handy over the years.

I would keep my eyes half-open, observing the indistinguishable streets lined with countless similar houses. Each one resembled the last: white brick walls, brown roofs, small fenced yards, and the ubiquitous red mailbox. CVS on every corner, McDonald's in sight, and the occasional KFC or nail salon. The streets were devoid of pedestrians; only cars filled the roads.

In my mind, a vision would emerge of me living in one of these unremarkable homes. My life would unfold in mundane repetition: wake, wash, cook or order takeout, eat, watch TV, sleep, and repeat. What kind of job would I have? Would anyone love me? Would I even recognize my own insignificance? I often questioned why I tortured myself with such thoughts. Was I testing my anxiety limits for amusement?

When panic began to creep in, I snapped back to reality.

"You're a flight attendant, Elena. You’re in a van with fellow crew members. Tomorrow, you leave this place. This is not your life. Soon, you'll wash away the germs from strangers, wipe off your smile along with your waterproof mascara, and finally relax."

The unnecessary anguish I imposed on myself is limited, just like everything else. One moment is present; the next has vanished.

Why am I reflecting on these memories? Perhaps it's the nostalgia I feel while staying at my childhood home in Italy, where old memories resurface—some I had tried hard to forget. I had dedicated years to moving past my history, embracing the present as my only mantra. There is only now. There is only this moment. Repeat.

The lesson learned?

The past cannot harm you unless you allow it to linger.

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