Paige Klaver

Lubeck

Gertie felt at home as soon as she stepped off the plane, taking in a huge gulp of crisp, northern air. Despite never having visited her parent’s hometown of Lubeck, she felt as if she were returning somewhere warm and familiar, like putting on a cozy sweater. It was strange – to feel as though you inherently belong somewhere you’ve never actually been. “Must just be the stories...” she thought to herself. Gertie clutched her father’s black notebook to her hip as she walked off the tarmac.