Five months ago, my husband John and I boarded a space craft headed for a new planet. We were given the same principles as Adam and Eve; we had to create a new human race and help maintain the land.
My family didn't understand why we chose to go, why I was willing to leave everything behind. "I'm not the only one who thinks this is insane!" I screamed at them, the last contact they ever had from me.
But as I gaze down at my firstborn child, a beautiful baby girl, my husband whispers in my ear, "We did it, my love," and I understand why we left: we needed a new beginning.