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Jamaica, Queens, passes in a rush, terminals disappear behind you until you are unearthed in the clear, crisp space of JFK in the afternoon. Go through the motions, feel the knot around your spine relax, come home. 

There's a small space, a few hours across, where you are weightless. You try to take deep breaths, try to see the sun set over the Pacific Ocean in your mind. Your heart is heavy, but you will yourself to believe it will pass. Tomorrow you will wake up in a different land. Decide what should fit in your baggage.