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The last time I was here, I was on my own, boarding a plane to America, afraid of how life was about to change. That part played out, but not how I stressed. I never thought it could get so good.
If you set aside the Arlen situation and my one year of heartbreak, America had given me a strange sort of comfort. I wouldn't call it belonging, not exactly. Given, right now, as I walked down the tunnel into Heathrow this time, the nostalgia was a little louder than I expected.
We had changed before we landed. Lilith and I did a quick makeover in the airplane restroom. Hers was simple, just a hoodie and oversized Gucci sunglasses, surprisingly low-key for her. I, on the other hand, felt this weird need to look my best. Like the country needed proof that I had grown, that I was doing good
