I finally made it onto American soil.
Seattle was the first U.S. city I set foot in, but I didn’t even get to document it. My phone battery died shortly after we landed and it took forever to find a charging spot. I felt like a ghost moving through the customs lines, half-awake, overwhelmed, and quietly emotional. I do remember one moment though — pressing my forehead against the cold window and watching the rain streak the glass. It was gray and soft and beautiful.
Then came Dallas. I found a quiet terminal corner, plugged in my phone, and just sat there — finally still after nearly 20 hours of movement. I watched people rush by with their lattes and rolling bags, but I felt like time had slowed around me.
This isn’t just a new country. It’s a new chance.
I’m exhausted. My legs ache, and my brain feels like it’s still somewhere over the Pacific. But there’s a fire in my chest, too. A flicker of belief that something better is waiting.
I’m almost there — just one last flight.
Oklahoma, I’m coming. And I’m bringing everything I’ve learned, everything I’ve left behind, and everything I still hope to become.
