I finally touched down in Oklahoma. After countless hours of transit — buses, ferries, airports, layovers, and flights — the moment I saw the doors of the arrival terminal slide open and found Tyme’s familiar face waiting for me… it all became real.
I wasn’t just a woman running from the remnants of a broken marriage anymore. I was a traveler arriving in a land of fresh chances, of open skies and open hearts.
The airport buzzed around me, but everything else faded when I saw him. Tyme smiled like he’d been smiling for months just waiting for this moment. And when he hugged me, I finally let my guard down. In that hug, I felt safe. I felt seen. I felt like the universe hadn’t abandoned me after all.
I was wearing my most put-together travel outfit — a soft blazer, jeans, and the smallest bit of makeup to make me feel like myself. My suitcase rolled behind me, carrying a life I’m ready to rebuild. No, not just rebuild — to reimagine.
This place is unfamiliar, but it doesn’t feel cold. It feels full of invitation. I don’t know what tomorrow looks like, but I do know this: I’m not doing it alone.
Tyme didn’t pressure me with questions or plans. He just said, “Let’s get you home and rested.” And home doesn’t have to mean a forever place. Sometimes, home is the person who shows up for you when you’re too tired to ask.
Oklahoma, I’m ready. Let’s start again.
