And I loved it.
It’s taken me to the Yukon and to Florida to San Francisco and Vancouver and Edmonton and New York and Halifax and Boston and London and now Newcastle Upon Tyne. Even this list is abbreviated … so many other places, so many other events, it’s taken me there, it’s brought me home.
It’s part of me, even when it’s sitting across the room from me, in early morning, waiting.
It’s part of my identity, even when I’m not in it.
It frees me, to be here now, to do what I am going to do today.
They say it confines me, and maybe it does … to a life of freedom, and of movement and of participation.
A few minutes later, I am up, shaving, showering and sitting here writing this. All done in the chair that waited for me all night.
I owe the life I have to a part of me that others see, but simply can’t understand.