When you hide in your baggage

I left my beloved boarding school in Germany and my parents’ home on the field in France when I turned eighteen. I was headed to college in a new state in my passport country: Michigan. I was a little excited, but mostly terrified. 

I grieved my high school graduation like it was a death: never again would I see these friends in this place, and I cried enough tears that summer to fill the Rhine River. I faced my future as bravely as I could, knowing that a college education was the key to achieving my career goals, but it made my departure no less heart wrenching. 

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