Hours passed on the plane and I became to feel a bit more at ease with the idea of my forced relocation. This may do, I thought to myself as the inner core of me, the part that wanted to remain fighting cried, NO! These folks are too classy for you. You won’t fit in. You will be shunned! I, again, began to doubt my mother’s decision. I still felt out of place and ousted. But, as I looked down again at the landscape below, I realized that I was going there whether I wanted to or not. This was going to happen.

Maybe I could force myself into this mold. Or maybe I could force them around me. What if I became royalty?

After the plane touched down, I exited and made my way to the baggage claim. As I turned, holding my meager belongings, I spied what look to be a member of the local police force holding a crude sign with my name plastered upon it. What have I done this early in the game, I wondered. But my feet didn’t wait to hear a response. I turned back behind the crowd and disappeared.