The only problem with the new apartment was it was only 3.7 miles away from the airport.
She fought the urge for the first six weeks. She stayed at home on her days off, hanging out with her roommates. But one day, she sat in the yard watching an airplane fly over her head, and that was it.
It took her ten minutes to throw some things in a bag. It took her ninety minutes to walk to the airport. She spent seven minutes reading over the departure board, before walking to the ticket counter. The next flight out was her’s.