Flight to the Stars

Some people would rather die that confront their fears. Some people would just run. There are a lot of runners in this world, all fleeing problems, terrors, arguments. Me? Well, I took a different approach.

A few years ago the love of my life broke up with me. I know, I know, what a cliché, a girl gets dumped and her whole life changes. As much as I hate it, that is what brought me here. When Robert left our apartment for good I was left there contemplating the walls in stunned silence. I don’t know why this called to me, but the thing is it did. As I bawled alone on my windowsill that night, the stars called to me. They twinkled words of comfort, they tried to make me smile.

Okay, you probably think I am crazy for thinking the stars talked to me, but they actually did. And the next morning I sent an application to NASA. I was lucky enough to get into the program and then the hard work really begun.

The training was the most difficult experience I’ve ever been through, but it was definitely worth it. My body and mind were so worn out at the end of the day that I could just fall sleep. I had moved out of my home town, I had traveled all this way, I was away from everything. It was wonderful. I even changed my phone number, that’s how much I wanted to disappear.

And now, I am up there. Stars still talk to me sometimes, words of encouragement, of passions. But I mostly work my way through the day and then laugh with my companions. I’ve met a whole bunch of new people since this new part of my life started.

I guess you could say I am the greatest runner of all times, but well, I couldn’t care less. My life changed for the better when I started running. So maybe escaping isn’t always bad, right?