Fresh Air

She stepped off the airplane. She had been tired during the flight, but as the fresh air hit her she couldn't help but smile like an idiot. This is what she loved. The potential of the country out there. An unknown land for her to explore. There were going to be epic highs and horrible lows. The first few months would be tough, but the last few would kick ass and those would be the ones she would remember and whose bitter-sweetness would propel her to her next adventure. Before her was a blank canvas and she couldn't wait with seeing what colours it would reveal for her to splash on it.