New York, New York. It's beautiful and not as cold as Michigan. Which is nice. When I hear the words, "get ready for landing," I immediately open my window and gaze at the city below me. I love trying to guess what the buildings are, who lives there, how far it is to the nearest store, the people in their cars. I also love the clouds. Coming into New Jersey provided beautiful clouds that were huge and reminded me of cotton candy. I have always wanted to have my name on a sheet of paper held by a man ready to pick me up. I was picked up...no name on a sheet of paper and I spent the first 15 minutes in tears due to the frustration of the airport. After having Marisa pray for me,
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