I always get to the airport extra early, when I’m alone even earlier than that. I have two hours til my flight leaves, and I just finished eating breakfast.
I got here pretty damn early.
But it gives me time to think, I hadn’t ridden much of the transit system on my own yet, and I’d rather be a few hours early than having to run through the airport.
Riding all these trains and busses, soon to board a plane, I realize that when you really get down to the bottom everything is connections. Connections to family, to friends, to your community.
I have always felt solitary, and I think I always will, but I feel like I’m finally finding my place. I’m happy with my choices thus far (or at least have accepted them) and glad at the direction I’m going.
I realize I haven’t had a very hard life, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand that others do. When it comes down to it, I really do want to help my fellow humans.