Re: Heightened Transportation Security

And now for the rest of what I meant to send… 

I’m less dying today. Yesterday I wasn’t sure if I should go to M. My feelings are pretty sure that my involvement in your life – or anyone’s life – is likely to cause harm. That my physical presence in particular is a burden to people. But today I feel like I can actually help. I’m good at emergency response. I can stay as long as is useful. I can protect against threats that other people don’t understand. And you actually like me. Or at least that’s what V says.

So I’m still sad that you’re in this situation. That knowing it was a possibility wasn’t enough to let me protect you from it. But I’m no longer convinced that I’m going to annoy you by coming. I think I might even be able to help.

Dave talked to me today, in transit on his own Great Lakes trip. Not about anything but I’m still glad you talked when I poked you. Waiting is hard under good circumstances and being in public transit all day is not good circumstances.

I don’t know yet when I’m coming home. It’s a condition I’ve been prepared for since I was 5 – that I still prepare for today in everything from my job to my luggage – but it’s been a long time since I bought a one-way ticket and just left town with a return plan. Not since I left for Seattle on 2011, and much longer since I’ve done it without Shanda’s help. She’s the reason I can have a dog and run across the country at the same time, which I really appreciate.

I’m only in Detroit so far, waiting in an airport after all the services have closed, for a delayed flight crew to arrive. It’s already late enough that I can’t take the train to my house when I finally get to leave TSA land, and it’s snowing a not inconsiderable amount. Last flight on the departures board, a small regional jet – I sure hope they don’t strand me here overnight, close enough that I could have taken a bus if they had canceled when they first knew.

ZiB