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As I step outside of the airport Minnesota greets me with a chilling wind that sends a shiver through me. After living in California for the last four years I forgot how cold it gets here. I ordered an Uber on my way to the door but they have yet to arrive. So I drag my luggage to the closet bench to sit while I wait. I watch the people around me rush to their cars to escape the cold. The sky is cloudless so the sun is out full force. I close my eyes and imagine that the California heat is beating down on me. For a few fleeting moments, I tricked my body into thinking it was warm. When I open my eyes I scan the line of cars, I'm looking for a blue Malibu with a plate number JKU 2312. I spot a baby blue car towards the end of the line and immediately stand up to walk towards it. Even if it's not mine I need to move around. After sitting on a plane for hours my butt is sore and walking will warm me up some. Midway there I check the plates to confirm it's my ride. I appreciate that the app provides the plate number, I have this fear that I'll get into the wrong car and be whisked away to my doom. I took a couple of self-defense classes but I'm a petite lady. A tall woman, older than myself, gets out to help me load my things into the trunk. Her car smells of cherries mixed with clean linen.
