It really killed her, to drive by the airport every morning as she entered the city. Watching the planes soar into the sky, hundreds of people en route to exotic destinations. She envied them. All those strangers heading to their foreign locales. She'd do anything to just pull off the highway and board the next plane out of the country. She couldn't take one more day of this mediocre life. With her ordinary job, her uninspired apartment and her average boyfriend. Why was everything just plain satisfactory? When was she going to get a break and rise above the normal and mundane?
No one ever answered her questions. NPR continues to mumble out of the car stereo and she keeps driving, 'til the airport is no longer visible in her rear-view mirror and she's relinquished her life to yet another day.
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