Airports are modern Crossroads with busy runways that connect us to family and friends across the country and around the world. The pandemic disrupted this easy flow. My roots are in Central Canada; my family has migrated west and now I believe I must choose where my future will thrive. I was feeling stranded in a dark place between airports, confined against a backdrop of rust-dyed memories. Now I imagine that a marvelous crack has opened in my mind, and "that's how the light gets in" (Anthem, Leonard Cohen). Bright possibilities at this Crossroads give me courage to move forward.