Personal Narrative The Plane Flies Over The Yukon...

Everyone has their place some may be secret some may not be so secret. They might be more obvious than others, they can be close or far. It can be a getaway from the daily stress of day to day life but everyone has at least one. I consider it my home it’s where my heart is it is where I can fully relax and become the true Melissa. It brings me peace and tranquility like nothing else in my life can. My secret place and home is Palmer, Alaska. Nothing brings me more joy in my life when I look out the airplane window as the plane flies over the Yukon Mountain ranges. At this part knowing that I am getting closer by the second. When I finally look out the window, and see Anchorage, Alaska as we descend I see the surroundings of all the mountains and all the greenery and I start to feel alive again. I feel myself shedding all my issues of my life like a snake shedding its skin and leaving it all behind. I get off the airplane and sense of relaxation and comfort comes over me, a fee ling of home. I have a seven-minute walk to the stairs to get to the baggage claim and then finally see my best friend that I have not seen in 115 days. As I am walking it feels like a dream; it does not feel like I am in Alaska and I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I am awake. I arrive at the stairs and start the walk down the granite looking stairs and head to the baggage claim. I look for my best friend Steve we finally find each other and reunite. Another wave of comfort and happiness